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nobodysdaydreams · 1 year

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The Mysterious Benedict Society Liveblog Season 2 Episode 3: A Gold Bar in Fort Knox

Alright folks. I'm tired, I'm procrastinating, and ready to hyper fixate. Will SQ Garrison and Martina finally come back in this episode? Or was Disney+ unable to get the actor's contracts renewed and are hoping we don't notice? I hope not, but either way I'm still watching. Just the episode summary is getting me excited "Benedict takes a gamble with Curtain"- after a season where they didn't interact until the last episode (and in flashback land), I really want to see that dynamic between the brothers.

1:30- Alright her comes the polo team. Oh this is when they are hiding on the rope thing from the trailer aren't they? Yep I knew it. Time for the theme song!

3:00- Good point Reynie. There's really only two reasons someone as crazy as Curtain would kidnap you. 1) to cover his tracks and 2) get his son some friends. And he's clearly shown where his priorities are at considering how much of his son we've seen this season.

3:30- in hindsight it was very considerate of Curtain to kidnap them around the same point the scavenger hunt ends so that the kids can find them. He could have just kidnapped them at a random point, sent his spies after the kids, and made this impossible on their end, but at least he plays fair.

4:00- "People are becoming dependent on an artificial state of mind", do I smell social commentary coming? Because I'm just here to see Curtain get hit with the golf cart. YES TACTICAL FUNGAL INFECTION. PFFT- "to infect my brother with love" "he craves my approval", oh my gosh, poor Nicholas. Out to destroy his brother with the power of love and friendship. "well that was on his turf" "So is this" lol, what would Benedict's turf even look like, didn't Curtain's spies kick him out of his house multiple times?

6:30- Oh my gosh they are searching for phones, I told y'all last episode: you have the tech for brainsweeping. Just invent an iphone, it's much less complicated and will save you the trouble of looking for a landline.

6:30- "at least they are away from danger" and... cut to danger. Yes. I love this flight announcer. Yes Rhonda, helping everyone out, she's honestly the most stable person in this show.

7:17- YES NOLAND AND CANNONBALL. I've heard their characters in the show are nothing like the books and I don't remember and I don't care they are funny, so they get a pass. I love how into this conspiracy they are and I love when B plot characters act like they are not only the A plot, but the be all end all of everything. "Not just stowaways...they undermined our culinary excellence" "why haven't you found them" "some are quite small" I mean, he's not wrong. TWO HOURS LATE? THREE? oh dear. Faltering Marriage? Losing his house? Man Noland is going through it.

8:50- are the kids finally gonna get to hustle people like in the trailer? Of course the girls want to gamble. I'm with you Reynie, but I also saw the trailer and know you're gonna make bank. I love how the guy looks at Constance like "ok kid, you're in" IS CONSTANCE PLAYING WITH LOADED DICE? I know 7 is the most common combo, but that was a lot of 5/2 dice combos. Yeah Reynie, you probably should have sat this one out.

12:00- Oh my gosh his stupid little television show. False. Your name is Nathaniel Benedict and you are known for being a pathetic fool who has no idea where his son is. Oh great is he hypnotizing him.

13:30- not the cough drop ad, poor Milligan. Very true about the worrying. Not sure how I feel about the potential relationship here. Never really shipped anyone in the show. No strong positive or negative feelings yet. I do love that they can talk about their parenting struggles together.

16:00- Reynie, it's just card counting, I don't know if I'd consider it cheating. HAHA-- KATE. It was very obvious cheating too, I'm surprised no one caught them. Sticky's version was the smartest option here. Reynie, calm down, Sticky's money is fine, it was strategy. Awe Sticky <3. CONSTANCE. "when Benedict is in the ground"? She is hurting bad. Oh this is such an awkward confession.

18:40- Awe, he's so nice to them. Honesty really does pay. Too bad those water polo players are gonna steal all their money. Maybe they'll apologize and give it back later.

20:00- YES TELL HER KATE RESPECT THE SPORT. Yes Cannonball! Oh dear he's pretty winded. Take a breath man, you've worked hard. Lol, "reformed gamblers". I love how he says stowaways as if he's saying the world "murderers" and asking zero questions about the potential kidnappers or gamblers.

21:00- I love these extras. "and you always show up at the same time every day?" "WHY AS A MATTER A FACT I DO SHOW UP HERE AT THE SAME TIME EVERY DAY INDEED NEVER LATE JUST THOUGHT I'D LOUDLY REMIND YOU OF THIS FACT"

21:30- "I care about everyone" ok Curtain. meanwhile SQ is still stuck in that well

21:50- oh poor Nicholas that applause is insufferable. How much attention can one man need? Hold up is the applause like, a trigger for his hypnotism?

22:00- that's right cannonball tell him! Oh my gosh Constance's backstory gets darker every time. Poor Cannonball, he was really tested there, clearly he knows something about her fake "parents".

23:00- whoever does the announcements on the flight deserves a raise "hopefully you can experience the raw, terrifying beauty of nature's power" haha... "very slight deflation issue", we will need to throw your bags overboard. Such a professional delivery on that.

24:00- He's so proud to have caught them <3. And yes maritime court, finally what the season has been building up to. Yes Kate. Offer your engineering skills. Oh dear poor Cannonball, all his work traded away.

25:50- "abandonment and betrayal can come from anywhere even family", oh shut up Curtain I see exactly what you are doing, trying to make him feel guilty and make him susceptible. "I didn't let it affect me" ok Curtain, do we need to flashback to your season 1 episode 8 breakdown. "I'm not sad, I'm completely fine" *falls over*? Heck, you're clearly letting it affect you, you started a cult.

27:00- I really hope this works out for number 2. Oh no. Sebastian. Poor Sebastian. I love how Jillson and Jackson are treating him like he's their pet. "he never misses dinner, we should go out and look for him" like he's a stray dog. OH NO. Curtain you better not do this to your son. Or your brother. Or the world. "Seize the power together" is he trying to hypnotize Nicholas into this world domination plan?

29:00- Yes Sticky, getting your name out there. Um.. what does took care of them mean... no not tangerines, the only thing worse than stowing away. That's right drag them to prison. Kidnapping is forgivable, but tangerines? "citrus allergy', please, something tells me that story is not gonna hold up in maritime court.

30:30- "they have to be ok". "Mr. Benedict is not strong" Oh no. Poor Constance. She knows her dad too well. But there’s nothing wrong with have vulnerable emotions. And yeah, I guess Sticky's friend is coming in and out of the story now. Awe, see Reynie, you do matter to him, you're his best friend.

31:40- Ah, hello Jeffers. You're not the SQ, Garrison, or Martina we wanted, but you're funny so I'm glad to see you. I love how Curtain makes a point to get the name "society" right. He even seems to have some respect for them, oh yes he just said it... oh dear. Without mercy, dude calm down, that's pretty much what you've been doing the whole time. Lol, Reynie's broken polite Portuguese while Kate just yells go at the poor driver.

And that's all! Still wondering exactly what Curtain's end game is here. Does he want Nicholas to join him and love him or does he want him to suffer? Maybe both. Still wondering where SQ, Garrison, and Martina are. Don't hate love or care about the maybe maybe not adult romance. Need more Constance backstory ASAP. Nolland and Cannonball will be missed, and I hope they come back.

edit: also, I think we’ve covered most of the trailer shots in the first 3 episodes, so hopefully the plot is gonna start picking up here (@ SQ, Garrison, Martina, Constance Backstory, flashback land, etc.)

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citrusreadstoa · 1 year

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Reading The Hidden Oracle: Chapter 10 (SPOILERS)

"my favorite jam: Alabama Shakes' Rise to the Sun" Just listened to it. Not bad at all. Not my jam, but solid song. Would recommend.

"the way a benevolent queen should look. So definitely not Hera, then." PFFT HAHAHAHA I bet this hippie prophecy lady is the Oracle of Delphi that came before Rachel. She was described as being dressed like a hippie, wasn't she?

"The Maserati morphed into a school bus" Ah, I see Apollo has PTSD from Thalia's driving, too.

So this mauve-clothed guy (He picked a nice color!) is either the son of or legacy of Apollo? Wow, Apollo's descendants really do not have a reputation for turning out great, huh? It sounds like he wants to overthrow his father/ancestor's domains by taking down the Oracle.

"He wore doctor's scrubs with an open ski jacket, the words OKEMO MOUNTAIN stitched on the pocket." So it's confirmed that Will Solace is a fashion nightmare. First "inconspicuous" black clothes to blend in with broad daylight, then shorts and a t-shirt to Tartarus, and now a ski jacket and scrubs. He's not even working in a professional environment. He can wear whatever he wants and he chooses this. Willingly. Pun intended.

"looked as if he'd stepped from the deck of an eighteenth-century whaling vessel" It is two in the morning and this is deliriously funny. Looks like the Sun kids inherited both their dad's questionable fashion sense and his sense of priorities. "I can't even qualify for the Olympics until I'm sixteen!" "My last video got, like, five hundred thousand views in a week. What am I supposed to do?" I'm loving these kids already.

"Crotchkicker McCaffrey" Oh, I like that. That's gonna catch on.

If the mauve guy wants to burn the Oracle and he's not going after Rachel's cave (though he could be going after Rachel herself at the Clarion Academy), then Mauve is probably trying to destroy the actual Delphi place in Greece. I hope Rachel shows up, 'cause it would be a bad kind of ironic to not have the Oracle show up in a book literally called The Hidden Oracle.

"a Ramones T-shirt (bonus points for musical taste)" Gasp, is Nico listening to modern music? "I remember you. Is it Nicholas, son of Hades?" I see now why he goes by Nico. Nicholas Di Angelo just doesn't have the same ring to it. I find it interesting that both Percy and Apollo describe his eyes as resembling broken glass. "There's an aura of death around you--a thick possibility of death." Tact, Nico. Please learn it.

"Would you prefer special guy? Or significant other?" "Significant annoyance, in your case." So this is where the Significant Annoyance thing comes from! It's also good to see that Nico is slowly adapting to the more open environment of showing affection because it would be odd if he were okay with it so quickly.

"We need to talk about the disappearances." We, uh, we need to talk about the what?

Lot's of characters introduced or reintroduced in this chapter. Next chapter's gonna be a huge info dump catch-up on whatever's going on at camp, isn't it? It's basically guaranteed with Chiron around.

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darkenedreaper · 2 years

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Pairing: Hermione Granger x Fem!Reader

Summary: You see each other at the train station when she is dropping her kids off with Ron and she wonders how life would've been spending it with you.

A/N: I did my best

What A Shame

You were at Platform 9 3/4 again what seemed like for the first time in years. You had many good and yet many bad memories at Hogwarts. A bad one being when the one love of your love broke up with you to be with some Weasley. Yeah, that... that hurt. That day when Hermione broke up with you, she saw the pain in your eyes, saw how lost you seemed and how heartbroken you looked from then on. Because of her, it left you questioning yourself. Did she ever really love you? Did those 3 years mean nothing to her? I mean she cheated on you so.. was she ever really into girls? And it broke you. Hermione always tried to speak with you, always tried to make sure you were okay, even after the breakup. You thought, why does she go on and on worrying about you when she's with someone else, they should be her priority.

So one day you told her to stop, and some emotions may have come out and you yelled and screamed and caused a commotion in the Hogwarts dining room. All you do know was from Harry and Harry said she was upset, hurt, angry. Pfft. She cheated on you with Ron, you should be the one upset, hurt and angry,.. you were.

When you and Hermione were together, you always made sure she had eaten, drank, rested. Always asked if she needed anything or wanted to go anywhere. And to her you were the absolute best when it was her 'time of the month'. Not to mention you were also the best in her 'downstairs department'. With Ron, it was exciting, a new something. So they, well her, made it official the day she broke it to you. That day Hermione wasn't ever the same. Her smile sort of.. broke a little, not that Ron noticed. She can't help but see the colour in your eyes fade to a darker, sadder colour. Deep down Hermione knew you were the one, but she tried to push that feeling away, especially only just marrying Ron. She knew you wouldn't turn up to the wedding. She had a guess that you'd heard of it from Harry, which was right, but you never showed your face.

And so as time went on you sort of faded away. She tried and tried to get you out of her head but when her two kids came along, the thought of you was even stronger. Back in your younger days, Hermione had taught you about IVF or adoption and so you both planned a family and a wedding.

And here you were now at the train station waiting to say goodbye to your nieces and nephews. Hermione was with Harry, his wife and their children and with her two and Ron. She was looking around for any of her old friend but before she could look further she spotted an all too familiar face. Your hair was a bit darker, you were a little taller, but you still looked the same. Oh so gorgeous, so attractive. You had posture, you held yourself so high.. unlike Ron at the minute. All of her feelings came flooding back at once. She was staring at you for what seemed like hours and just as you were about to turn your head towards her, she looked away and back at her children excitedly getting on the train to Hogwarts.

Just as you watched your nieces and nephews board, you thought you might see Harry and his wife and children near. Just as you thought you were clear to chat with him, her brown locks and beaming smile caught your eyes. How bright her eyes were enchanted you. She was dressed ever so elegantly. That couldn't be said for the same thing about Ron standing next to her. But he wasn't what your eyes didn't leave. You caught where her eyes where and saw two beautiful children, who looked just like her. As soon as you looked back to the love of your life she was staring right back at you in the face. Her eyes had locked onto yours and it was like a movie. Everyone was making their way back home, the train was moving, and the station was emptying. Not one of you smiled, both of your emotions were too heightened after seeing each other for so many years. Hermione's stomach was twirling around and the butterflies in yours didn't help you either. She opened her mouth as if to say something but shut it quick, was she upset or was she embarrassed by the fact she'd have to shout for you to hear her.

She shuffled her feet to face you full on and god she thought ypu were gorgeous. She wanted you, she needed you back in her life. Hermione wanted to have her person back. But just like the movies, her voice was called out by her husband. She chose to take no notice to it. She was moving a little closer to you and if it wasn't for her husbands voice she wouldn't have turned around to see where he was. The second time you heard his voice and she was distracted you thought there was no hope. She's married with children and a family, what are you doing? So as soon as she turned her head you ditched. When Hermione turned back it was like her heart shattered yet again, and who was the cause of it? You. It had always been you. That yearning and longing for the right arms around her at night. That right face behind the camera, taking pictures of her children. But you were also so quick and sneaky, would she ever see you again? She had hope, but you were an Agent of the night, always leaving no traces of your whereabouts, always off the grid. According to Harry. She doesn't blame you, especially being in the muggle world.

It was a shame, because there was a chance you'd never know how she feels towards you. It was a shame she had to go with her head and not her heart when she chose Ron over you. It was a shame because she still loved you.

#hermione granger x reader #hermione granger #hermione granger x f!reader #harry potter #harry potter x reader #hermione granger angst #hermione granger x reader angst

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ry0chann · 3 years

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event // kinktober day 8 - formal wear

pairing // F. Scott Fitzgerald x fem!reader

genre // smut

wc. // 3092

warnings // ⚠️ nsfw!! , superior/subordinate relationship, infidelity, minor coaxing, age gap (reader is 22), public sex (technically), fingering (f), vaginal penetration, creampie

notes // ngl, i very loosely followed the prompt. also i'm incompetent and am posting this two days late pfft. i should probably mention that the writers block hit me as i was finishing this, so if it ends up not being as good as i thought, then i apologize

kinktober m.list

Showing up to the event surprisingly wasn't your top priority- nor did you see your presence there as being mandatory- however, your boss made it sound like you didn't have much of a choice. He was gathering everyone together to celebrate his recent purchase of some company; typical rich people behavior; throwing lavish parties for no real reason. In spite of your reluctance, you did end up going.

He said the attire was black tie formal, which seemed extravagant, but that was Francis for you; always going the extra mile simply because he could afford to. The party was held at some event hall, which would be packed by dinner time. A large crowd of people fills the space, loud chatter and the sound of champagne glasses clinking flooding your ears as you walk in. Shiny chandeliers hang from the tall ceilings, their light reflecting off the tile floor beneath your feet.

Your eyes scan the room, searching for your superior; it'd only be polite to greet him before anyone else. He managed to pick you out of the crowd, catching your gaze with a charming smile. You make your way over to him through the surrounding people, returning the grin he threw your way. His eyes run over your figure, taking in the way your dress hugged your curves and flowed down to the floor. You blush softly, noticing his not-so-subtle admiration.

His voice was cheery when he spoke, "Y/n! So nice of you to come by, I was hoping you would."

He grabs your arm gently, leaning in and pecking your cheek as a formal greeting. You do the same, but he holds you in place before you could back away.

"You look stunning." he whispers in your ear.

Your cheeks flush as you step back, throwing him a kind smile and quiet "thank you." He would compliment or praise you frequently- all innocent comments of course- but something about his tone was different this time. It sounded more, amorous. Though maybe that was just your brain choosing to hear it that way.

You've always been fond of him, more than you'd like to admit, and definitely more than what was allowed. What a shame he was happily married... Speaking of which, you hadn't seen his wife since arriving. Normally she'd be glued to his hip at an event such at this one, but she was nowhere to be found.

"Where's the Misses?" you ask boldly.

Perhaps it was rude of you to impose- you were just making conversation. Fitzgerald rolls his eyes, sipping on the champagne he held.

"The States. Allegedly, she had better things to do."

You knew his wife had stayed in America while he was out here in Japan. That realization set in finally; he wasn't even here permanently. He's been here for quite some time though- his wife coming to visit on rare occasions- you nearly forgot that one day you'd be working under someone new.

Francis shrugs after his statement, brushing off the reality of the situation like it didn't bother him. With a finger, he gestures for you to walk with him, setting his now empty glass on the tray a passing by caterer held. He had led you to empty corridor, stating it'd be easier to speak to you here.

"I'm very glad you came here today, y/n. Your presence is refreshing." he says, leaning against the wall beside you.

"Refreshing?" you tilt your head in question. "How do you mean?"

He chuckles, "I simply enjoy being around you."

His statement was vague, yet you knew it held a deeper meaning. The way his eyes looked to be fixation on you- such an intense stare gave you chills.

You respond to his subtle compliment with a smile. "Well I'd have to say the same about you, Sir."

For whatever reason, your heart was beating a little faster than usual. You hated how nervous you'd get around him; it was unnecessary. The two of you had never been alone this long before, perhaps that's why you were nervous.

"I appreciate that, y/n."

His eyes glaze over your body again, landing on your own when they come back up, that familiar award-winning smile plastered across his face.

"You really are gorgeous, y'know that?"

"T-thank you Sir. You look nice as well."

For the first time this evening, you fully take in his appearance. You notice the way his arms flex under his shirt, and how nicely the material censors his toned body. You admire the way the dim light of this hallway makes his eyes shine, and how the shadows that cast across his face make his cheekbones appear even more defined. God he was attractive. Looks worth more than a million dollars, if you were to describe him in his terms. Suddenly realizing you had been staring, you divert your attention, cheeks heating up out of embarrassment.

Fitzgerald smirks, proud of the obvious affect he has on you. He moves to stand in front of you, taking your chin between his index finger and thumb. Your heart speeds and you get goosebumps from having him touch you. He turns your head to face him, keeping his voice at a low volume.

"Your mind always seems to wander when you look at me. Tell me what's on your mind."

The glare that he gave you as he awaited your response was telling enough; He knew what was on your mind, he didn't have to hear you say it, but he wanted to. Maybe he needed to. He yearned for your admiration, for your acknowledgement. But why? Why was he so infatuated with you? All those stolen glances, the frequent compliments that always sounded innocent yet never were- it was all genuine. He's always been aware of you; how you'd admire him from afar like he were a trophy locked in it's showcase, how you would praise him for his work, how pretty you looked whenever your lips would curl into a grin.

Right now, he needed you to be aware of him. To give him that attention face-to-face, he wanted you to spell it out for him; how much you genuinely liked him. It'd boost his ego for sure, to hear that his subordinate was less-than-professionally fond of him. His eyes seemed to flicker with something, you couldn't put your finger on it.

Your words came out as a whispered stammer, "I-I think you know, S-Sir."

That smirk of his was almost sinister, and that look in his eyes had to have been desire. It couldn't be, he was so loyal... Wasn't he? Fitzgerald's face was inches from yours, the scent of his expensive cologne was so strong, it was nearly intoxicating. His gaze would fall to your lips a moment before coming back up to your eyes.

"I think I know too, but how about you confirm it for me?"

You didn't know what to do. It wouldn't be smart to make a move on him, but you've never wanted anything more. You knew you'd feel guilty for it, it was so wrong of you to do such a thing, but he was provoking you. Maybe he was testing you; there was no way he'd actually ask you to give in to him. You bite your lip in thought, finding yourself to be stuck between a rock and a hard place.

"It drives me crazy when you do that." he murmurs- the lust practically seeping from his mouth when he speaks.

You sigh, "Lord Francis... You know I can't..."

He huffs, hand moving to cup your cheek, his thumb caressing your skin.

"And yet who came to support me tonight? You must care for me more than she does... I think you deserve a little kiss for that, no?"

His words were making your mind run laps. What to do, you wonder. Desperately you wanted to feel his lips on yours, yet you couldn't bring yourself to close the gap. He must've been able to see the gears turning in your head, because without any further dialogue, he kissed you. And even though you shouldn't have, you kissed him back, tilting your head up ever so slightly to deepen it just a tad. Though it felt right, a part of you knew it was wrong.

In spite of all that, you couldn't stop. His other hand had gripped the slope of your waist, bringing your body closer to his when his tongue slips into your mouth. You whimper, hands placing themselves on his chest. He pulls away, quickly observing his surroundings, then drags you to the closest bathroom. Conveniently, it was a private bathroom- only being able to occupy one- which meant anything that happened from this point forward wouldn't be interrupted.

Fitzgerald locks the door, then brings his attention back to you; grabbing your hips and pushing you against the counter as his lips collide with yours again. You fiddle with his tie, loosening it before unbuttoning his shirt. He takes a step back, removing his blazer, then his tie, and finally his shirt. You didn't even have time to stare, he had trapped you in a kiss before you were able to speak.

You let your hands run across his now bare torso, fingertips touching the rigid indents of his abs, moving up and cupping his firm pecs. His lips move along your jawline, lower and lower, until he reaches the base of your neck. You gasp when you feel him nipping at your skin. He'd definitely end up leaving a mark, but with the way your dress was cut, nothing would cover the bruise. Your hands move to his head, fingers lacing through his blonde locks.

Open-mouthed kisses are left all over your exposed skin, his large hands rubbing up and down your sides. They move to your back, unzipping your dress then sliding the straps off your shoulders. The silky fabric falls down your body, pooling at your ankles. You step out of it, removing your heels as well, and make yourself comfortable atop the counter.

"My god, you're beautiful." he says in complete awe.

You smirk, reaching forward and grabbing him by the wrists, placing his hands on your waist and bringing his body between your legs, connecting your lips. He groans at your eagerness, dragging his hands to your thighs and giving them a squeeze. You were both so lost within each other, that the dishonorable manner of your actions didn't matter. His lips felt so good on yours, moving in perfect time while his tongue explored every inch of your mouth. The feeling of his large hands groping your body made your breathes hitch.

You mess with his belt buckle, undoing it then unzipping his slacks. Your hand brushes against his bulge when his pants fall to the floor. He moans, lips latching onto your neck and fingers inching their way up to your heat. It was ridiculous how badly you wanted him to touch you; body already squirming with anticipation.

"Francis please." you beg, bucking your hips a bit.

He speaks close to your skin, fingers now rubbing you through your panties. "Use your words princess."

"Touch me. Please~"

Fitzgerald dips his fingers into your panties, humming with satisfaction at how wet you already were. His long digits toy with your clit, circling it and making you whine. His lips wrap around one of your breasts, taking your hard nipple between his teeth. He sucks the plump of your chest, letting his fingers slide through your slick folds. Your head falls back, mouth agape as a soft moan escapes you.

His mouth alternates between your breasts, left hand holding your waist while the other plays between your legs. You arch your back, pushing yourself into his mouth as if you wanted him closer. He inserts two fingers into your need and you gasp, gripping his shoulders as thick fingers pump in and out of your cunt. He kisses up your chest, mouth moving back to the crook of your neck and bruising your skin again.

You let out a breathy moan from his fingers curling in your warmth. He groans into your neck, digits moving quicker just so you squirm beneath him. His head rises to your ear, his hot breath kissing your skin and giving you goosebumps.

"God I can't wait to feel you clenching like this around me. I bet you feel so good."

You tighten your grip on his shoulders, moaning softly. "Fuck me then. Please. I want it so bad."

He smiles, kissing your temple and removing his fingers. Fitzgerald backs away, pulling you off the counter and turning you to face the mirror. Your arms rest atop the counter, eyes fixating on his reflection. You watch as he tugs your panties off, removing his briefs right after. You turn your head back to look at him, curious about his size and what you were getting yourself into. The angle didn't do it justice, but it was definitely bigger than you would've guessed. You smirk, facing the mirror again as he lines up his length with your entrance.

Fitzgerald slides in, both of you making a pleasured noise when his shaft fills you completely. He'd hold onto your hips, starting to thrust into you with precision. A hearty moan comes from the back of your throat, curses slipping your tongue every time he moves back in. His thrusts increase in speed, each one getting harder.

The reality of it all was starting to set in, yet that twinge of guilt you felt earlier was nowhere to be found now. The sound of his moans filled your stomach with butterflies, and the sloppy sound of his cock fucking into you bounced off the walls. It felt so much better than you should've admitted, but keeping it to yourself was difficult. You couldn't help but moan and whine for him, your gumminess convulsing around his length whenever the swollen tip hit your sweet spot.

"Ah, L-Lord Francis, it- fuck- it feels so g-good."

He'd hold onto your body so tightly- you wondered if there'd be bruises where his fingertips had been once this was all over. You could nearly feel his wedding ring pressing into your skin from how strong his grasp was. Fitzgerald would rut into you so roughly, as if he had been waiting for this. And honestly, with the way he had been looking at you as soon as you arrived, he probably was waiting for this.

You probably should've felt bad that that fact boosted your ego, but you didn't. He was making you feel so good, the feeling may as well have been indescribable. You didn't think he made you as crazy as he did, you've never given into your intrusive thoughts about him. To have him fuck you against the bathroom counter while a party happens outside was one of the last things you would've expected to happen tonight.

"Oh my god, y/n- shit- you're such a good girl~"

His body bends over yours, his chest almost touching your back and his cock sliding deeper into your heat. His hands drag up your sides to your chest, groping your breasts and using them for leverage for his movements. In a rasp voice he'd whisper praise to you, mumbling through his moans something about how good you felt. Whatever sweet-nothings he'd whisper were returned, you, whining about how much you were loving this and how long you've waited to feel him stretch you out.

Fitzgerald's thrusts were becoming unsteady, indicating he'd be finishing soon. You really didn't want this to end, honestly, you'd love to just have him fuck into you over and over until your body goes numb. He had wrapped his arms around your torso, lifting you up so your back was against his chest. Your hips repeatedly slam into the counter from the force of his body on yours. He places messy kisses on your shoulder, up to the slope of your neck, still bucking his hips quickly.

You hold on to the edge of the counter, trying to keep your legs from collapsing. He made your body weak, the pleasure being too much for you to keep your body upright. Your senses became clouded, you hadn't even hear him moan something about how he was gonna finish inside you. He knew that band in your stomach was seconds away from snapping; the way your cunt tightened around his shaft was telling enough.

In a loud, whiny tone, you moan his name, falling into a complete state of euphoria when you release all over him. He takes hold of your hips, holding you still when his cock jerks, hot cum spilling into your insides. Your thighs close on each other, and your body twitches, whimpered moans leaving you from being filled up.

Fitzgerald kisses your neck, praising you for being so good for him. He holds you for a second, letting you regain- or at least try to- your composure. Neither of you are breathing steadily and now you're both a little sweaty. He pulls out and lets you stand on your own, despite your legs feeling like they were about to give out on you.

You both clean up the best you can. Your lipstick was smudged and your mascara had become messy, but you managed to touch it up decently. You could feel his cum dripping from your cunt whenever you bent down to clean your thighs, and when you grabbed your clothes off the floor. Your hair was surprisingly in tact, though it'd be best that you try to fix it a little. He was fairly put together, aside from his disheveled hair and swollen pink lips.

It'd cause suspicion if you both stayed in here much longer, which would be the reason you'd recommend going back out. However, he told you stay. You were both dressed, and looked to be in presentable condition, but he said to wait a few more minutes.

"I just want to appreciate this first." he'd say, giving you a genuine, and passionate kiss before you both eventually walk out, minutes apart.

Tonight's events would most definitely complicate things between you, and yet neither of you seemed too bothered by that. You hoped it wouldn't get out of hand after this, but only time would tell if your scandalous affair would come back to bite you in the ass.

[ @dazaistabletop ]

#[ kinktober '21 ]#[ one shots ]#bungo stray dogs #bsd #francis scott key fitzgerald #bungo stray dogs x reader #bsd x reader #fitzgerald x reader

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miraculouscontent · 3 years

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Anonymous asked:

Any first thoughts now that hack-san has aired?

- Didn’t expect “Startrain” to be brought up at all, was exactly what happened (after “Crocoduel” I’m just not surprise anymore pfft).

- Don’t like Scarabella’s design. I’d take the Ladybug onesie tbh lol.

- idk what was stopping Marinette from staying in the bathroom, nor looking where she was going.

- Alya suddenly turning into Marinette personality-wise was extremely jarring.

- Scarabella’s plan is rather contrived and relied on Robostus freeing everything into the immediate area.

- Alya takes her job seriously enough as Alya (checking on everyone’s emotions) but then her priorities as Scarabella are on her name (when “Rena Rouge” worked well enough for her fox form)??? I’m-- (also, really? The girl who’s always wanted to be a hero and always wanted to use Miraculous Cure never imagined some perfect name for if she ever had the ladybug???)

- Chat Noir is an absolute child, and that “no I get why you did it,” at the end is not an apology for his throwing a tantrum; I see it the same as “Glaciator.”

Anonymous asked:

hi, what did you think of the episode hack san? I thought it was a okay episode since mari did have a part in defeating the villain. The only thing that annoyed me was cn saying "mlady would not do this without telling me" and stuff like this. I think the writers are purposely shoving these lines in the show so the fandom would feel sympathy for him and baby him. Whenever i hear him say stuff like this, I always get worried about the negative fandom reaction towards lb which I KNOW is going to come. But overall, not counting the annoying cn moments, it was an okayish episode. What about you?

I noticed that “convenient dialog” has been very frequent this season. “Crocoduel,” “Rocketear,” “Hack-San,” it’s everywhere and really awkward/stilted.

Would be genuinely curious to see if anyone else noticed it too or if it’s just me.

(for the record, I’m defining “convenient dialog” as dialog that has clearly been chosen in a very specific way to induce drama/guilt, or honestly just dialog in general that comes off extremely forced; think Luka noticing Adrien and him literally just going, “Adrien,” with no further context)

#category: salt #episode: Hack San #other: ask and answer

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petri808 · 3 years

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Quarantine memories fic hoarding craze for @thenaluarchive

— thank you to @phoenix-before-the-flame for helping jump start this fic 💜

It was Natsu Dragneel’s absolute favorite time of the day. 1 pm for him, and 8 am for Lucy, his… well, right now they were just online friends separated by distance and priorities. But judging by how he talked about her to friends, you’d never know it. They’d met three years ago on Twitch through a random chat stream about an anime series, and he continued following Lucy on her writing streams. Three years ago, she was a sophomore in college while he was in his senior year. Lucy later moved on to a graduate program, but they stayed in touch, growing close. To Natsu, she wasn’t just some girl online but a real friend he cared very much about. His friends called Lucy his online girlfriend. Pfft. He wished he could call her that.

Roughly two thousand miles away, Lucy Heartfilia was hating life. Her curtains were drawn, and a blanket was pulled over her head to drown out the light. The air conditioner was down to 60 degrees Fahrenheit, working against the low-grade fever and pounding migraine born yesterday. Migraines… the bane of her otherwise healthy existence. It was her fault after all, the temptation of a chocolate dessert knowing full well it was one of her triggers brought on said migraine and all she could do was bear it.

Why?

“Stupid hoarders!” Lucy groaned to herself.

As if dealing with a pandemic wasn’t bad enough, people’s selfish reactions to it were worse. A government agency had claimed that acetaminophen products could help with the virus’s symptoms, so what did people do? Panic buying anything and everything they could find containing that drug! The problem for people like Lucy, is the one over the counter medication that helped with her migraines was Excedrine… an acetaminophen product! And she’d just. run. out.

Lucy’s phone rang and she knew exactly who it could be based on the time. So, she clicked the answer button without opening her eyes.

“Hey, Natsu,” she groaned out.

“Morning Lucy! Oh geez, you sound like a frog.”

“Thanks,” she retorted sarcastically. “I’ve got a migraine.”

“Ouch.” Natsu genuinely flinched. He rarely got headaches, but this wasn’t the first time he’d talked to Lucy when she was going through one, so he knew what she was going through. “The meds aren’t helping?”

Lucy sighed. “I ran out. And did you see the news about all the hoarding? Every store here is bought out. It… sucks.”

“I could check around here and send you any I find,” he offered.

“Aww, that’s sweet of you Natsu, but I don’t wanna trouble you.”

“Pfft. Nonsense. I’m sure you’d do the same for me.”

“Thanks, Natsu. I appreciate it.” Lucy smiled through the pain. There’s a good reason her feelings for the man had grown over the years. His sweet and caring, yet fun and goofy, positive personality was an easy drug to get hooked to.

“Anyway, I gotta get back to work.” Natsu whined. “Good morning again, stay hydrated, and I’ll check on you again when I’m finished for the day, okay Lucy? Get some rest.”

“Have a good day at work Natsu.”

“Will now, after hearing your voice. Talk to you later Luce.”

She giggled softly. “Bye, Natsu.”

Lucy shifted under her blanket as she clicked off the phone to lie on her back. His sexy voice did wonders for her mood despite the pain still ravaging it. Now all she had to do was drag herself out of bed to eat something and drink water. She never had an appetite when she got these migraines, but it was a necessary fuel to fight it. All Lucy had left were extra strength Tylenol, so she could only hope it would at least take the edge off until the migraine ran its course.

Like so many others, this pandemic had really taken a toll on Lucy’s psyche. It’s not as if she went out a lot before it took hold, but just the fact it made going out dangerous brought different emotions to the situation. School had moved online which sucked all its own, she missed casually hanging out with friends on campus, and simply longed for the freedom of leaving her apartment as she pleased. But she understood the precautions of a quarantine. Frankly, she agreed with the city’s efforts to keep them as safe as possible no matter how many grumbled about it. Did it make it easier? No. But it was a necessary evil.

They weren’t completely trapped, could shop for necessities, visit family or friends, just encouraged to limit such gatherings as a safety precaution. If you went out, wear a mask, and just don’t stand too close to other people. Well, unless Lucy knew the person, why would she want strangers in her personal bubble anyway? And the mask thing? Have you ever been out shopping, and someone just sneezes without covering their mouth? Yeah— seriously, would it kill people to use one?! Why were people so selfish during times like this? Not everyone, but too many. Just like with all the hoarding frenzies that swept through cities, it was frustrating and— “Ugh…” being in a pain-driven bad mood was sure bringing her down today.

But despite all the external frustrations, the feelings of isolation from being in a quarantine for months were probably the most mentally exhausting part. It was lonely being so far away from home during a pandemic. Lucy’s been in college for five years and while she’s made friends in the new city, she was starting to crave comfort instead of an empty apartment. Her life online was one of the few things that made her happy, like Natsu’s daily calls, and kept her sane.

Natsu… her face heated up every time she thought about the man. They didn’t have a lot of hobbies in common, but he was always so supportive and made her laugh like no other could. Where they lacked in commonality, was made up in ease of conversation. It hadn’t taken very long for their online chats to feel more like an old friend and less like a faceless stranger. Over the years they’d talked about meeting in person one day after she finished school. It also helped that he was from a city not too far from where she came from, so if she chose to move back it would be convenient. But she also loved the new city she called home. Oh well, Lucy sighed. It was a decision still a couple of years away to make.

The next morning, Lucy woke up to find her migraine had finally given up. She could still feel the little bastard hiding, simmering somewhere ready to strike, but if it stayed mellow, it was something she could tolerate. Throughout the day, Lucy wasted no time in catching up on the homework she couldn’t finish the day before and making sure to stay hydrated with food in her stomach.

Lucy’s phone rang around 2pm.

“Hi Natsu, how was work?”

“Same ole, same ole,” he chuckled. “And how are you? Still feeling, okay?”

“Yeah, it hasn’t come back.”

“That’s great!”

Lucy could hear a lot of background noise, so she asked about it. “Oh, you’re not home yet?”

“Nah, and the commuters are being extra noisy today,” he responded benignly. “Anyway, tonight I won’t have time to talk cause I got a project due for work I need to finish.”

“Oh, that’s okay. Yeah, I’m still catching up from yesterday too and Levy’s dropping by for dinner.”

They chat for a few minutes about their day as Natsu waited for transportation. Lucy knew he used the subway to and from work, but today it sounded a little different, noisier and she swore there were engines instead of the normal train sounds. Maybe it was static. Finally, Lucy caught the muffled words now boarding.

“Shucks, time for me to go,” Natsu cut through. “Sweet dreams Lucy! I’ll talk to you tomorrow.”

“Good night, Natsu!”

Lucy spent the afternoon relaxing online, chatting with friends and gaming. Her friend Levy McGarden later dropped by with take-out food for dinner and the two women caught up on random topics while movies droned on the television. They were both in grad school, so during the semester there wasn’t a lot of time to hang out, but they made do. Lucy was also doing a paid internship at a local magazine 4 days out of the week as part of her master’s program. She really enjoyed working there under one of the senior editors. He made it a fun learning experience.

Life was almost perfect except for the background isolation of the pandemic. Lucy was glad she wasn’t one of the individuals affected by jobs cuts, but it still got under her skin to feel trapped in a way. It was nice with her friend over... ‘Maybe I should see if Levy wants to become roommates?’ She wondered as she drifted off to sleep. The apartment would sure feel a lot less empty.

A knock at the door roused Lucy from her sleep. She blinked and yawned, looking at the alarm clock and that said 9 am the next morning. ‘Natsu didn’t call,’ she thought how odd. Maybe he slept in after working late.

Lucy dragged herself out of bed, throwing on a robe to answer the front door. “Gimme a sec,” she called out as she neared it.

“UPS delivery, ma’am.” The male voice responded.

‘UPS?’ Lucy grew confused. She didn’t remember ordering anything through them, but maybe she’d forgotten?

She peaked out of the peep hole, but all she could see was the box being held up. Okay a little weird, but some of the delivery people did that to show they were legitimate service people. Lucy slowly opened the door but kept the chain lock on while peering through the gap. But what she saw next brought on instant tears.

“H-How?” Her voice stammered out as her fingers quickly undid the lock and opened the door wide.

There Natsu stood holding a small brown box, dressed in a uniform of sorts, with a mask hanging under his chin, and wearing a goofy grin.

Lucy snorted a laugh as her eyes crinkled in happiness. “Is that a Halloween costume?”

“Yeah,” his smile widened, and hand scratched his head. “Surprise delivery,” Natsu held out the box, “for Lucy Heartfilia.”

“What is it?” She asked as she took it from him.

“Oh, I um found you Excedrine.”

Lucy opened the box to find 4 bottles. “You certainly did,” she laughed. “But why’d you bring it yourself?”

“It was quicker than the mail and… I hoped…” Natsu’s mannerism grew sheepish and tentative, “it was about time we finally met in person?”

Her face softened with a smile. “It truly is.” Lucy gestured into the apartment. “Please, make yourself at home.”

#nalu #nalu au #quarantine memories #hoarding craze #nalu fan fic #nalu fic #nalu fan fiction #Natsu dragneel #Lucy heartfilia #inspired by a true event #the nalu archive #the nalu archive event

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jelicoxoxo · 3 years

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Dating Diluc headcannons

(This is my first time writing on tumblr specifically, so bare with me please ahaiahd . Please dont hesitate to give advice on how I can improve my writing, it’s extremely helpful <3)

(Gender neutral reader/unspecified gender)

(‼️‼️Mentions of wine/winery,, lmk if I missed any other warnings)

Might be slightly OOC(out of character), since I never written for him before and I’m not to familiar with his personality type i don’t think I’ll nail it on the first try but I’ll get better at it eventually I promise!!

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•dates with this man would be stunning. I can really see him spoiling you by taking you out somewhere expensive to eat and letting you eat just whatever you want,, opening the doors and pulling out your chair for you—a true gentleman. He will make sure you’re well fed before asking for the check, asking several times if you’re sure you don’t want anything else. Acts of service is definitely his love language.

•he will hold his hand on your lower back when walking with you, overall pretty formal. Sometimes accidentally scares you by coming up behind you and placing his hand on your back without warning,, quick to apologize when he realizes. But won’t mind holding your hand either, all you really have to do is ask or just lock your hand with his.

•If you work at the winery, he’ll constantly check up on you or send someone to for him to make sure you’re safe and happy. Your comfort and happiness is a huge priority to him, but can sometimes go a little overboard with it by kicking out people who had a little too much wine because he didn't like the way they were talking to you.

•He doesn’t get a lot of sleep and often comes home late at night, reassures you that he’s fine but it’s obvious he’s exhausted after work. Diluc appreciates your care and concern a lot, but don’t try to push about his sleep schedule to much— he’s slightly stubborn, but he is trying to do better for you. He can’t disappoint you to much can he?

(the ideas for these where given to me by my two friends Rea and Mell,, shout out to them 🙄)

•rainy days,, walking together in the rain under the singular umbrella you brought, chatting about just whatever crosses your minds. The soothing sound of the rain hitting the umbrella was enough to make you slightly drowsy, which he let you lean on his shoulder the rest of the way back to the mansion. (Definitely not something I’m planning on writing in the future pfft who said that??/iro)

•if you get sick, he’ll make soup and honey tea for you, and breakfast in bed. Will also let you play with his hair or fidget with his fingers if it helps you feel better. If he isn’t able to stay with you, then he’ll have the maids care for you. Doesn’t mind the fact that he might get sick himself by sleeping in the same bed as you, just means he’ll be the one being showered in affection next.

•baking with Diluc would be so fun! I can see him coming up behind you to grab your hand show you how to stir the cake batter without it getting everywhere, feeling his warmth around you just feels so comforting, you can’t help but snuggle into his presence further. Sometimes he’ll boop your nose or poke your cheek with flour on his finger, or dip his fingers in the flour just to flick them at you to see the smile on your face as you laugh at him.

•decorating the cookies or cupcakes you make would be a disaster— he’s getting the icing all over his hands but somehow what he made looks perfect??? Washes his hands instead of licking the icing off, and will stare at you with the most confused expression when you look at him like he committed a crime. (if you wash your hands too you didn’t see this)

•please marry him, I’m not able to really see him having kids but if it’s what makes you happy go for it!

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THESE ARE KIND OF SHORT BUT ITS A GOOD START??

#diluc x reader #diluc x y/n #diluc genshin x reader #diluc genshin impact #diluc headcanons

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be-ready-when-i-say-go · 3 years

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I wrote this the other idea. And then a thought happened.

Enjoy.

Gender Neutral Reader Insert

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“I’m going to take you out.”

You hum in response, pulling at the last part of the cardboard box. The tape snaps, a soft pfft echoing. You bought new curtains for the kitchen. It was premature given that the curtains would only really go once the backsplash was done and the cabinets repainted. Your delay for both of those was Calum. Though you had painted cabinets before while helping a friend move into their place, Calum insisted that the two of you be the ones that redid the kitchen. Not just you.

The project inevitably got delayed. Calum dragged his feet on nonessential things and with things slowly moving back to normal, he was busier than ever with the band. So you understood--that took priority over cosmetic changes to the house. And you know that you couldn’t nag him into doing anything. So you poked him in a different way, buying the kitchen curtains that would only sort of match with the rest of the kitchen. It wouldn’t bother him at first. It would take a couple of weeks before he sighed, pulled out his old t-shirts and the sandpaper and paint that you had already bought.

Calum hums in your ear. “What do you say? We dressed up fancy too.” He punctuates the end of his sentence with a kiss on your neck.

“Fancy? And go where?”

“Oh, that’s for you to decide.” He rests his chin on your shoulder, but you don’t miss the way his arms snake around your torso.

“When did you want to go? This evening?”

“No,” he says and then drags his lips up your skin. “Right now.”

You chuckle, though the end of it is interrupted by a sigh, the tingles running down your spine. “There’s nowhere fancy to go in the middle of the afternoon. And why fancy?”

“Because you have that outfit in the back of the closet and I think it’s time to break it out.”

You originally bought it for your anniversary with Calum two years ago. But the pandemic through a major wrench into the plan. That one passed and so did another and you weren’t sure when you’d be able to wear it ever. But couldn’t return it because you adored it too much.

His lips are hardly touching your skin, but you feel electric. “You know, we could just make this easy,” you return, pushing your hips back into his. “Besides, you said you were waiting on a call.”

His teeth nip at your skin and the heat of his breathe trails up to your ear. It doesn’t shock you when his tongue teases the shell of your ear, but it does make a warmth spread through your stomach. “I can take the call anywhere.”

“Then take it from the bedroom.”

Calum laughs before pulling away completely. “Oh, I absolutely could. But I want to take you out. Because I know this week I’ve been holed up with writing and you deserve more of my time. And we’re dressing up. And you’re going to think of the place right now.”

Without the pressure of his weight holding you to the counter and the warmth of his kisses, you can think a bit clearer. Somewhere fancy to go in the middle of the afternoon felt insane. You turn, using the completely deconstructed box as a shield. “You’re a dangerous man when you wanna be,” you tease.

He smiles, a bit of a blush taking over his cheeks as he leans into the counter next to you. He makes a show of holding his arms to his chest. “I can behave. When I wanna.”

“When you want is so important. But I don’t feel like I’m getting less time. I know this record’s taking some extra TLC.”

“And my darlin’ deserves some TLC too. So c’mon. It can be anywhere. We’re just getting fancy is all I’m asking.”

“The only thing I can think of is a museum? Contemporary Art?”

Gently taking one of your hands, Calum presses a chaste kiss to the back of it. “I’d be honored. I’ll hang these curtains and then get ready.”

“Thank you. I’ll take Duke out.”

He nods and watches you, eyes taking in the length of you. “And I know the curtains are you trying to get me moving faster about the rest of the kitchen.”

“The only thing about the kitchen I want to hear is if it’s on fire or if you’re planning a day to remodel it.”

Calum shakes his head with a hiccup of laughter coming from him. Of course, you would. Of course. He grabs the stepstool you keep between the fridge. It’s not long before he gets the curtains switched out--thankfully the ones you bought fit on the rod already installed. The scratch of Duke’s paws coming closer to the kitchen alert Calum that you’ve gotten back inside.

“What if we do the cabinets on Saturday?” he asks, hearing the fridge crack open. He shakes out some of the creases in the last curtain.

“I’ll be disturbing you bright and early then.”

“Sounds lovely,” he returns, stretching up just a little to get the first part of the curtain onto the rod. Just as he steps down, a cup settles onto the counter in front of him. Water by the looks of it in the glass and then your feet shuffle down the hardwood floors.

You and Calum manage to get finished at about the same time getting dressed. But it doesn’t get past you that a few buttons on his dress shirt are not all the way done as he moves to pass you to grab shoes from the closet. “Sir, I don’t know what you’re playing, but those few buttons are playing with fire,” you tease getting the last of your outfit into place.

“Look who’s talking,” he laughs but steps back over to you. “Hmm, everyone warned me about you.”

“Warned you about me?” This is the first time you’re earring of anyone having a problem with you.

He nods. “They told me I’d fall in love.” The rapid rate of your heart starts to slow.

“Well, did you?”

“Do you not see me dressed to the nines just to take you out? I am whipped.”

Cupping his jaw, you press several chaste kisses to his lips. “Good. I ordered our tickets--so we don’t have to wait in any line.”

“Ah, I knew I found a good one. Thank you.”

“Uh-huh. You’re welcome.”

With Calum’s shoes on, and the tickets saved on your phone, the two of you head out. The drive to the museum feels much too short--between you belting out the songs on the radio and the laughter--you’re not even thinking about the fact that you’re about to head to an art museum dressed like you’d go to an award show with Calum. You hadn’t been to many of those, opting at the beginning of your relationship to hang back from that world.

“Why do this?” you ask softly right as the songs change. The radio host advertises something, you’re not sure what, but you can hear their voice excited as they talk.

Calum takes a brief second to glance at you. “What do you mean? I thought I answered that.”

“No, no, you did. But I don’t know. I’m just shocked.”

It goes silent for a moment. You hear the soft squeal of the tires and you know Calum should’ve taken his car to the shop a month ago, but again, he dragged his feet on some things. But you don’t think to say anything, not now at least.

“You mentioned it,” Calum starts, turning his gaze away from the red light. “When we first started dating, you mentioned that you wanted to get dressed up one day and just go somewhere--it didn’t matter where. But you wanted to go on a date and get fancy and go to a random place in the middle of the afternoon like it was a movie. And I thought and I thought and I even asked the guys where to take you but none of them knew. And then I had this whole plan for our anniversary to get dressed up and go the park. But I got scared and changed it to dinner because I didn’t want to ruin your fantasy. We have lists of them and we make them up all the time. But this one mattered.”

“They all matter. That’s why we create them, that’s why we write them down.”

“But this one mattered to you. There are plenty that we do together. But this one mattered specifically to you and I knew I couldn’t just give up on it.”

Your mouth hangs open for a second and then the car lurches forward, you fall back into the cushion of the seat just a hair but then regain your balance. “You told me once that you missed when you and your sister would sneak these biscuits after dinner. And your mother always knew you two were doing it. So I bought some and put them on the highest shelf. Because that’s where your stash is and I never wanted you to run out so every couple of weeks I do a second trip to the grocery store to buy them. And I’m not sure when you realized I was buying them because at one point there were two and three packages on that shelf, which I knew meant you didn’t know I was buying them. But now there’s only ever the package that I buy.”

“I’ve known for months now, love. I didn’t say anything but honestly, I liked it. But I will admit I’m shocked you didn’t stop once you realized it.”

“I kept doing it because I wanted to give you a tiny piece of home. It’s crazy I know. But I try.”

“I am home. With you.”

“I know, but like your childhood. The things that no one really knows but you and what you’ve decided to share with me. I want to bring that to you.”

“Baby, I-I don’t need that. I appreciate it. I know you feeding me until I become round is your love language but I am more than satisfied to create new things with you.”

“Your trainer cancels out all my attempts. You, sir, will keep your toned abs and biceps for at least another twenty years.”

“Only twenty?”

You laugh, leaning over the console to kiss his cheek. “Once you marry me, baby, you’re getting happy weight and I won’t stop.” The sentiment is punctuated with a pat to his stomach. The only thing Calum can do is laugh.

“I look forward to it.”

“Oh, so you agree, you are going to marry me?”

Calum never thought he’d get here. Not pulling into the parking lot of a museum with the love of his life, dressed in clothes he only really reserved for the stage, a heartbeat away from admitting, “Yes. I am agreeing that I am going to marry you.”

The moment lingers for a beat, then two and Calum’s heart is racing because this isn’t how he had planned on asking. Shit, he thought he’d need another six months before he’d have the guts to even admit it to the boys. But right now, it just feels so right to admit. Your arms are winding around his neck and he’s leaning as far as his still buckled seatbelt will allow him. And you’re kissing him and he’s inhaling your laughter. And somehow the most backward-ass things feel the best.

“You-I need to get you a ring. I was going to do this all differently,” Calum rushes out, holding onto your cheeks. His head shakes, eyes wide. “I swear I was going to do this all differently.”

Your smile is blurry in his vision. But he hears your laughter. “I don’t need it any other way.”

You wipe the tears from his cheeks. “Now, can we please go look at the pretty art with my soon-to-be husband on my arm?”

“Of course.”

The air of the museum is cold and it chills you for a second but it’s coupled with the fact that Calum’s thumb is stroking the back of your hand. The two of you glance at each other, wide grins and giggles falling from your lips. It’s a wonder, as the two of you stroll through the museum. You in front, gravitating towards the brighter works and Calum follows, your pinkies hooked together to keep you two from getting too separated from each other.

All he can do is stare, watch you and your ever-shifting gaze. You float over the floor of the museum as if your feet could never really fully touch the ground. And he’s powerless to it, the following the visible string pulling him to you. At your pause, Calum slides up behind you. His hands settle at your hips first briefly before he catches himself. “Yes, Cal?”

“Nothing.”

You cock your head to the side and then ever so slightly push back against his hips. “Just as I suspected. A lot of something. Approximately several inches in length.”

Calum barely holds the howl of his laughter in before spinning you around. “Do not ever--”

“Or what?” you ask.

“You know I’m not going ever taking you out in public again.”

You take a glance to the left and right, before slipping your hand between your bodies. You palm his length through his dress pants. “Oh what a shame,” you state and then step away to a sculpture.

Calum exhales hard at the action and takes a moment to steel himself before following after you. The teasing continues on back and forth, him passing in front of you and feeling you over the material of your clothes, gently brushing his hands on the back of your neck.

Calum moves to another room and you watch him go for a minute before following behind him. The shivers of his still nibbles on his ears rocked you more than you anticipated. Sliding up behind him, you encase your arms around his torso. “You sir, are just begging for us to get kicked out.”

His small chuckle is interrupted by the buzz of his phone. Calum reaches into his pocket and sees the numbers. He glances around and slides to answer the call. “Calum speaking,” he whispers. You step away and point out a sign pointing to some restrooms. Calum smiles at you, kissing your forehead, and then heads over that way.

You wait in the same area, not wanting to go too far in case the call is quick. You take your time looking at each piece in the room. It feels long but then you can hear the clack of dress shoes on the floor and turn to the sound of it. Calum returns, his face a little pensive.

“Everything okay?”

“Yeah, yeah, just--uh.”

“We can go if you need to. Is it work?”

“It’s just bullshit. Something bout a demo needing to be recorded. And I don’t--this is important to you. I don’t want to ruin that.”

“One more room and then we can go back home.”

He takes your hands. “If we do one more room, I won’t have time to take you back home. I’m sorry.”

“Well, our fridge magnet collection needs another one. And I don’t mind if you have to drive to the studio and then I’ll take an Uber or something back home.”

“Or you could stay with me?”

“I’m not about to make life harder. C’mon. We got a fridge magnet to obtain.”

The gift shop is hardly busy. Calum takes a second to text the guys that he’ll be over to the studio soon. It’s not hard for you to pick a magnet. But you look at the postcards, all the colors. “Grab a handful, love. I see you eyeing them.”

You pick up a few and then head to the register. Calum seems to be distracted by something, but you don’t think too much of it as you pay. Especially since he seems to slide up right behind you. At the front of the shop, Calum warns it’ll be a bit of a drive so you scurry to the restroom.

The sun’s brighter than you anticipated and you squint against the sun as you walk back out into the parking lot. As you slide into the truck, you toss the magnet and card onto the back seats, on the blanket Duke lays on. And then another small bag lands on your lap. “What’s this?”

Calum says nothing as he buckles in.

“Oh don’t get all silent on me. Don’t you fucking dare.” You turn the back upside down and a box lands into your lap. Your heart races and then you realize it’s too small to be a ring box though it could be the right size. “Calum,” you sigh and crack it open. A small enamel pin stares back up at you. You laugh.

“You got me good that time.”

“I’ll do one better when it’s an actual ring.”

“I like gold,” you tell him, taking his hand gently and kisses the back of it.

“Trust, I am well aware.”

#calum hood fic #5sos #calum hood #5 seconds of summer #h writes #5sos fanfic #calum hood fanfic #5sos fic #calum hood 5sos #calum hood x reader

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emerald-amidst-gold · 2 years

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For the character asks - Sten, Nathaniel, and/or Merrill!

Ooo, gave me some tricky ones, did you? I like, I like~! >:3

(We're gonna do them all because: yes.)j

Sten

First impression

So, I had actually played DA2 before Origins. Since I did that, I knew about the Qunari and when I first saw Sten in that 'lovely' little cage I was like, "...No wonder the Arishok blew up. Though, you seem pretty chill aside from the slaughtering villagers thing. I wonder why..."

Impression now

I really like Sten; I liked him from the very beginning, truthfully. As someone that played DA2 before Origins, I got to see things in reverse. In 2 you see the Qunari in a more...aggressive light, or at least, the characters attempt to show that. They treat them as animals waiting to strike, when it in fact, they're more or less just like Sten--contemplative, steadfast, pragmatic, homesick. In Origins, you get to see the Qunari for what they are; people. I love talking to Sten with whatever Warden I'm playing at the time, and every single one ends up being extremely close to him.

Favorite moment

I always laugh when you go to Lake Calenhad and speak to Carroll with Sten in your party. There's just such a final, serious air to how Sten says, 'He didn't need them' when talking about the child he 'relieved' cookies from. It's so ridiculously silly~

Idea for a story

I've been trying to write more with my Warden Amell, who actually had a very, very close relationship with Sten by the end of the Blight. Mainly just slice of life, but I can never the image out of my head of how Sten must really, really feel after getting his sword back. I'd love to one day try my hand at writing that interpretation. :3

Unpopular opinion

I don't really have one for Sten, and I never see much in terms of negative feedback from anyone else to even contemplate an unpopular opinion. If I had to think of one though, maybe that his way of viewing the world isn't so...harsh? Like, my feelings on the Qun are mixed; it's good for some, not so much for others. For Sten, it's all he knows, so obviously, he's going to see the lives as others as strange or a waste. And that's okay. People can have differing opinions and beliefs, and shouldn't be called 'monsters' or 'heretics' because of it.

Favorite relationship

I really like Leliana and Sten's banter. I like Shale and Sten, too. But the way Leliana, someone heavily devoted to the Maker, teasing and accepting someone of a doctrine that's seen as heresy is just *chef's kiss*.

Favorite headcanon

That he is very good at braiding hair. I mean, have you seen his hair? Enough said.

Nathaniel

First impression

"Howe had children? And this guy is his youngest? Ohhh, boy. Is he the little rebel type? I hope he is. He seems like he is. He's got his father's nose, that's for sure. Well, come on. Time for some Joining juice." (I hadn't played the Cousland origin for some time, so I completely forgot Howe had a family. PFFT.)

Impression now

*takes a deep breath* ...Why is this man not romanceable? WHY? Like, I'm serious.

I really, really liked his development, his transition from 'My father only did what he did because it was war!' to 'My father did what he did because that's who he was; a man fixated on expedience and never satisfied. A man who enjoyed inflicting pain. I'm not going to be like that. I won't be like that.' And in so many of his banters and dialogue trains with the Warden, he's so endearing, he's so good of heart, and most of all, he's still just a boy. A boy who had dreams of banishing the evil of the Black Marsh. A boy who just wanted his father to notice him and be proud of him. Nathaniel was the one that deserved more. I want him to come back so bad.

Favorite moment

I liked the reunion between he and his sister. It just showed where his priorities, beyond being a Warden, truly lied; his family.

Idea for a story

I am an avid Warden x Nathaniel shipper. You bet your buns that I got ideas for this man and my dear Elise! I actually have two stories written with them interacting, but I do have an idea of Nathaniel going with my Warden on her journey to find a cure for the Calling. Much fluff. Very sweet. :3

Unpopular opinion

Again, don't really have one for Nathaniel, either. Then again, it's been a hot minute since I've played through Awakening, so my memory is a bit...fuzzy. I need play again to really get my mind churning. XD

Favorite relationship

Nathaniel and Anders always manage to make me smile. I love their banter and their dynamic. I'm not affronted by the romantic side that the fandom, either. SHIP IT! SHIP IT ALL! >:3

Favorite headcanon

I'm on that bandwagon of: Nathaniel gave Justice the idea to merge with Anders. I mean, come on. By the end of that banter chain, Justice was like, 'Hmm. It's okay, right? If I ask, right? But, wait, what if...no. It's possible. It's possible. If I ask and the mage is willing.'

Merrill

First impression

"Ohhh, I remember you! Why does she look so different? And her voice changed! I like the voice, though. But, uh, what was she doing? She kinda looked like a bird staring down at something it found interesting.."

Impression now

You talk about Merrill badly, I will fight you.

...Joking, joking! I'll debate, not bully! :3 Most of the mage/apostate characters have been gradual builds for me; I always start off as, 'Eh.' with them. However, as I've matured and as I've repeatedly played, I've grown to like each of them the most. And I really adore Merrill. Her sense of duty to her people, even if they spit on that effort, is inspiring. She's willing to sacrifice everything she knows, that she finds comfort in, to see them restored and better off than they are. She has no fear of change; she wants change. She's incredibly intelligent, open-minded, and actually very level-headed. She doesn't bend, and she doesn't break just to placate other people.

...Did I splash a bit of Merrill into Fane, too? Mayhaps. Mayhaps.

Favorite moment

In Act 2, when you go with Merrill to get the Elvhen tool for the eluvian, I really, really like how she stands up to the Keeper. Like, obviously beforehand, she says she's afraid to confront Marethari, but with Hawke's support backing her and her own drive to see this through, Merrill goes from kitten to lion the minute the Keeper attempts to break her down, make her doubt, make her feel guilty. It's the perfect instance of Merrill starting to find her own place in the world while still endeavoring to make the culture she so dearly loves just a bit more complete.

Idea for a story

I sadly don't have anyyyy! I haven't really thought too much about fanfiction for DA2, but I do want to try it some day! But, I always did want to try playing the 'what if' card (like I always do X'D), and replacing Morrigan as Merrill in Inquisition. LOST OPPORTUNITIES MAKE ME EHHHHH!

Unpopular opinion

That she's not a bumbling, bubbly, naive Dalish? Seriously. It sometimes annoys me when people just see the 'air-head' in Merrill. It's not really that she's an airhead; she's in a whole new world in Kirkwall. She's not going to know everything about human culture, she didn't study that. Her 'naivety' is literal curiosity. Her bubbliness is a part of her. She tries to take the good with the bad, and a lot of people don't respond well to that because all they've known is 'bad'. Her knowledge of magic is sound, her understanding of spirits is accurate, and like many other things, it's a different view. Elves used to coexist with spirits, so even with their history fragmented, they still retain that base principal, that acceptance. It's not unawareness of the danger; it's understanding the danger. And Merrill understands the danger, as well the benefits.

Favorite relationship

Isabela and Merrill make me all warm and happy! I also enjoy Varric and Merrill! I think they help her a lot throughout the course of DA2. And it may seem strange, but Isabela and Varric might be the best ones to teach her because they're unbiased in a lot of things. They don't lean one way or the other. And that's good for Merrill, I think.

Favorite headcanon

That when she goes to the Viscount's gardens, she makes flower crowns. What? You have all those flowers, you gotta make a flower crown! My Hawke, when he becomes Viscount, literally just lets her go ham and sheepishly accepts the mighty crown forged by the petals. >:3

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And there we have it! 3 for 3! I hope they were coherent! I have a lot of thoughts, so sometimes they get muddled! But thank you for asking! X3

#asks #ask #dragon age #merrill #nathaniel howe #sten #dragon age 2 #dragon age origins #i suddenly have the urge to romance merrill #i never have but i want to o3o #i also want to write about elise and nathaniel #...shit. X'D #fane in my mind is rejoicing at the thought PFFFFT #thank you again! <3

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lover-of-skellies · 4 years

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For october prompts, maybe Shattered and Cross, 9?

Ok so,, Cross isn't immediately in this, but he is talked about quite a bit, and I hope that's ok

As it turns out, Shattered can be quite possessive at times, and Cross hasn't seen that side of him yet. As long as it can be helped, he never will, either

((Since I know they're really into dark cream stuff, ima tag @zu-is-here ))

"What is the meaning of this, Dream? Why are you here?"

Looking to the one who'd addressed him, Dream sighed, his gaze focusing itself entirely on Nightmare, "Oh come on, dear brother. You know why I'm here. Don't play dumb with me." Nightmare's brow bones knit in confusion and he watched his now corrupted twin, "I really don't, I assure you. Now state your reason for showing up, unannounced and uninvited, or I'll have to have you removed from this place."

The now shattered Dream arched a single brow bone in amusement, "Oh, really? Who's going to remove me? You?" The guardian of negativity narrowed his sockets, "State your purpose here, Dream. I'm not in the mood for games right now." The goop covered guardian of positivity sighed, his arms folded behind his back and his head held high as he approached his twin, his single golden eye light constricted into no more than a tiny pin prick, "I'm here to speak to you about Cross. I know you still have your eyes on him, and I figured that little issue needed to be cleared up as soon as possible."

Blinking in confusion, Nightmare looked to Dream, visibly dumbfounded, "Just what in the hell are you on? I don't care about Cross. He's an idiot who betrayed me. I couldn't care less where he is or what he does. He's your problem now." Dream leaned down, resting his elbows on Night's desk. As he laced his gloved fingers together and rested his chin on them, he sighed, "You're such a liar, Nightmare. You don't have to be, though. Just be honest with me, and maybe I'll forgive you."

Nightmare's violet eye lights watched the golden and onyx tendrils that swayed idly behind the other skeleton and persisted, "Dream, I'm not being a liar. I really don't care about Cross. I meant it when I said he's your problem now. Why is this such a big deal to you? You never cared for him, either." Dream scoffed, holding one of his hands up just enough to display the engagement ring he wore, "It's a big deal to me because he proposed to me, and I accepted. He MARRIED me. I can't have anyone coming between us and tearing him away from me, can I?"

Nightmare's expression remained dumbfounded and he leaned back in his seat, "...My god, you're delusional. See, I knew you couldn't handle the corruption. I WARNED you not to do it!" Dream hummed, shrugging his shoulders, "None of that matters anymore... What matters most is that filth like you doesn't try to wedge between us. If you try to take him away from me, there'll be consequences, Nighty."

The guardian of negativity refocused his attention on Dream's face, "Fine, whatever. Even if I WAS interested in him, you don't scare me. I'm Nightmare, and I do what I want, when I want." A tendril shot forward, capturing Nightmare's neck vertebrae and slamming him backward into a stone wall, and Dream tsked, "So... there's your roundabout way of admitting it. Maybe he's not your priority right now, but he was at one point, and that still pisses me off."

The office door slammed open and Killer's sockets widened upon the sight he was greeted by. Withdrawing a knife from within his jacket, he began to approach Dream. Well aware of the henchmans’ presence, Dream let out a deep sigh, his gaze settling on the approaching monster, whose sockets narrowed and began to drip liquid hate as he snarled, "Put 'em down, Dream, or so help me-"

Dream scoffed, a second tendril whipping around and striking Killer, sending him crashing into another wall, "Or what? You'll kill me? Pfft. How predictable." Eyes widening as he watched Killer pick himself up off the ground, Nightmare began to struggle against the tentacle that held him, "Fucking STOP already. He's not the one you came here to deal with. You came here to handle some imaginary issues with ME, Dream! Or did you already forget I was here?!"

Shifting his eye light back to Nightmare, Dream hummed, "What's this?... Does Nighty have a soft spot for his ever obedient pawn? How sweet." A tendril shot toward Killer again, breaking several of his ribs with ease and causing him to cry out in pain. In response, Nightmare's sockets widened further and violet tinted tears threatened to drip down his cheekbones. Noticing this, Dream tugged his brother closer and cooed, lowering his voice, "Stay away from Cross. Forget he ever existed. I don't care what you do. As long as you stay away from us, Killer will be fine." He paused, lifting a hand and offering his pinky to Nightmare, his tone becoming mocking, "Pinky promise, even."

Night scowled at him, growling lowly, "You're a psychopath." Sighing, Dream suddenly flung his brother aside, chuckling as he crashed into Killer and caused him to cry out again. Folding his arms behind his back again and approaching the pair of skeletons on the floor, he hummed, a twisted grin stretching across his face as he tilted his head, "Cross is mine, Night, and he will be until the day he dies. For Killer's sake, I hope you don't forget that."

#anon #asks #writing #cross sans #shattered dream #nightmare sans #killer sans #dark cream #shattered x cross #yandere

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lazysummers · 2 years

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Freakin laughing at fact that shipper are not satisfied with how that pedo ship was portrayed in yashamine. They were hoping for more romantic scenes yet sesshomaru and rins dynamic in yashmine is cut and paste the same as inuyasha. Shippers took non-romantic scenes between sesshomaru and rin in inuyasha and tried to say that they were meant to be together yet when yashamine literally shows the same dynamic between the two shippers are pissed.

LMAO.

I think it's because of antis that most shippers are even trying (and failing) to stick with "we ship only adult Rin". There are people who really did ship adult Rin with Sesshomaru (which I still find it queasy), but to their credit, they were unhappy with what they did with Rin and how the series portrayed their relation (and were harassed by shippers for not being a "real fan" of the ship).

As for the rest who are squealing over this "ship", it's pretty clear why they do it. They just self-inserted. They never saw Rin as a child in OG. They have always shipped the two since OG because they saw Sesshomaru really caring for child Rin. They loved the creepy parody drama cd where Sesshomaru proposed a young Rin after TFA.

On one hand they like to say that OG Sesshomaru and Rin had nothing between them, they were friends (pfft) yada yada, and then flip around and say that obviously the mother was going to be Rin. Like how? When did that happen? They like to say that Sesshomaru didn't visit Rin often, so when exactly do they think Sesshomaru and "adult" Rin fell in love? Based on his interactions with childRin? And Rin isn't even an "adult" looking like *that*.

Pfft and they are still surprised when Sesshomaru is called a lolicon, pedomaru and such names?

They just needed their ship to be valid. Instead of demanding proper treatment of Rin, they are angry about them not getting any "romantic" moments? Why not complain about not getting enough "family" moments? Just tells you what their priorities were 🤡

#YashahimeAsk #Ask #Sorry I just ranted

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shyrose57 · 3 years

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Brothers anon, sorry I've been gone for a while. To be honest I found out about Pokémon Uranium and I've been playing it non-stop for the last few days. And now I have a massive brain fart and can not remember a certain event in the story for the life of me for some reason. I know it happened I just don't know what happened.

14: They'd both roll into a ball and if you throw them fast and hard enough it'll be like playing bowling! It happens when their all asleep, and about a month after Foolish. It happens because while everyone else is sleeping, Ranbob isnt, as he just cant sleep. So he's sat just outside the cave they stopped in, staring at the stars. When Raq sneaks up behind him, originally he planned to get Ran by using a mix of posion and slowness, but upon seeing Ranbob he takes advantage and gets him instead. So he shots him with a slowness/fatigue arrow and when Ranbob eventually falls asleep, he comes and gets him. Because he wants Ran though he leaves a message in enderian, then takes Ranbob to a camp with a few other hunters.

Ran is pissed and acts impulsively, though his anger is used to mask the desperation, horror, and sadness he feels. Everyone else are also mad yet scared, and are stuck between immediately going to help or taking time to come up with a plan. Specifically between Watson, Isaac, and Benjamin wanting to wait to come up with a plan. And Grievous, Cletus, and Jackie wanting to immediately go rescue him. While Charles focuses more on making sure Ran doesnt run off without anyone else...which he does anyway. They eventually settle on planning but that's ruined when Ran runs off and everyone has to scramble to wake up and follow after him.

They get him back within a week actually so very fast. They get him back by Ran running off to the camp he had seen remains of eailer (it looked like a often camped at spot so it makes sense to check there) and since he got there at night no one saw him. Which gave him a chance to look around and find where Ranbob was. By the time the others caught up to him, the sun was rising and he was running to hide in the forest. They spend the next day observing the camp and what everyone does, then that night they launch a suprise attack where Ran manages to grab his brother and run away. Though he does get shot.

In the aftermath Ran is poisoned with the same stuff his currently barely lucid brother is, and barely manage to get them to a safe spot. Where the others eventually find them and take to watching over and eventually grabbing them and running futher away. And when their finally in a safe spot and the brothers are awake and left alone, theres a bit of a heart to heart between the two that allows each to tell their side of things, and opens tons of doors for them. The heart to heart ends with them both apologizing and hugging, and at a later time (not sure when yet) during the night they comfort eachother and end up sleeping next to eachother.

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Not super often, but it comes into play for little stuff. Like the entire group is just mining when Ranboo just runs into a gaint vein of emeralds. Oh yes, he actually walks into a lake to get something he dropped when suddenly he's in extreme pain. And while the others treat his burns his brother is just silently disappointed that he didn't know he couldn't go into water. Ran knows well enough to avoid it from his time alone, Ranbob after the above accident tries to avoid water but forgets at time, while Ranboo will avoid water he also is the kind of person to just step into water because he can (its like that moment in one of his streams where they where talking about lactose intolerance people and how they just chug milk because they refuse to let natural selection take them.).

Stealing items (which will get them almost killed), hiding things from people, the typical putting their bedroll over a hole, pushing Phil into water and running from him when he emerges pissed, etc.

They have 3 main ones 1. Something malfunctioned with Karl's time traveling watch and sent all of them back to a time already visited, and because of the malfunction the watch as almost completely broke, leaving them stuck until its fixed. 2. Dream is behind it since he's in both worlds and found a way to break the time barrier and sent them back so they wouldn't get in his way. 3. God hates them.

They do! Because they are stuck in the future. And because everything else that used to cause the anger and sparks the fights are gone now, and any current existing spite or problems between people are put on hold so they can find out how to escape. And with those factors out of the way they manage to actually talk and get to know eachother.

I like to think that Techno and Phil have never gotten along with Dream (the only reason Techno ever worked with Dream is because it was for a common goal/interest, and it took more priority than killing eachother), and want to kill him for multiple reasons (Tommy, Wilbur, Ranboo, Fundy, etc) and will gladly take any excuse to kill him. The fact Dream went this far to harm this many people makes them disgusted and determined to finally follow through and kill him. There no real start to the ire between them all, they just never liked Dream from the start and all he's done has done nothing but depend it. Brfore knowing their reasons for being hesitant, their mad that Tubbo and Karl are even hesitanting in killing Dream. But after their explanation for their hesitation, everyone actually freezes and realizes, "Oh shit their right." And instead start to plan to find a soild way home first that won't collapse on them, then kill Dream. Which is easier said than done.

He said what I said last time with the Technoblade stuff. But he also just kinda yelled at them about how Ran needs to stop ignoring evidence and how Ranbob needs to stand up for himself. He also empathizes that they need to think of how the others view this all, how it affects them, how they focused solely on themselves and now need to start focusing on others.

Also you got a cat? May I see cat or no?

Pokemon are always awesome. Is the game any good? But good to have you back, Brothers Anon.

14: They could make a game out of it, when they're bored. Ill-advised, but certainly an interesting time!

Why does Raq know Enderian? How's Ranbob's time at the camp, if he's even aware of it, since you said he's out of it? Ran gets shot? If Ranbob's barely lucid, how does it effect Ran? How does that go, with both of them out of it?

They hug? Does Ran admit he was worried? Do they do this when they're more lucid, or no? How's the morning after this whole show go?

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Can you imagine how everybody feels? They're mining for hours, Ranboo, five minutes in, comes out with half a stack of emeralds. The confusion, the bewilderment. Beautiful.

Ranbob: Oops, dropped something.

Water: *burns him*

Ranbob: *shocked pikachu face*

*Months later*

Ranbob: Oops, dropped something-

They just? Walk into water sometimes? Good lord, their poor groups. Imagine having to try and keep your endermen friends from taking a tip purely out of spite.

It sounds like these guys have more of a death wish than anything. Pushing Phil into water is just asking to die.

Pfft. God hates them? Who proposed that one? Hilarious image that invokes. They're all just sitting in a circle, throwing out ideas, very tired. Someone throws out theory number three. Everyone agrees immediately.

Very nice! Are we getting more found family here?

This implies Techno to be fairly closer with the mentioned people, if he's angry with Dream for what was done to them. What's his relationship with them all in this AU?

How does that whole thing go, with them originally being upset with Karl and Tubbo? Is it something that just comes out immediately, and is quickly resolved, or is it something that rolls out over the course of a few days?

Ranboo has very good advice, but also, like? Mr. Typically And Possibly Literally Spineless telling his descendant to stand up for himself? How did his group react to that?

Here is the kitty in question, Muff.

She's very energetic, but she plays a bit rough, and keeps gnawing on my fingers.

#Brothers AU #dream smp #dream smp au #tales from the smp #ranbob #ranboo #tubbo #technoblade #karl jacobs

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norgestan · 4 years

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i’ll make a little exception to this break i’m taking to confirm that the leaked script said exactly what happened in the clip, so i’ll safely assume that the rest is correct. because of that, i’ve wanted to translate every part that we haven’t seen on the clip, plus the one that came out just now.

take in mind that the script doesn’t detail who is saying what, when a clip ends and other starts, but i’ve done my best to decipher it. whatever i haven’t, well, i still translated the whole thing. excuse any mistakes, spanish is my first language but sometimes i can get lost with idioms. so it’s all here, under the cut. MAJOR SPOILERS FOR THE ENTIRETY OF EPISODE 3:

LUCAS EXTRA CLIP #1

[scoffs] K: Hi, Lucas. L: Hi. K: Long time no see, right? L: Mmm. K: Let's drink something? There's a bar right around the corner that has drinks that will blow your mind. L: I thought that you muslims didn't drink alcohol. K: Well, I do. L: Right. K: Look. There's a lot of things about islam that I don't like, okay? And there's other things that I've really loved since I was a kid. I'm keeping the ones I like. You know what you could say? That I'm a flexible muslim. L: Pfft. Flexible. And what is it, aren't you a f*g too? Or how does it work? K: When I met you, I didn't have it all clear. L: And now you do? K: Lucas, well now maybe I do. Maybe I do. But Amira doesn't know anything. Will you tell her? L: Is this why you wanted to see me, right? K: No. It isn't only for that. I really liked seeing you again. L: Come on, Kasim, you completely ignored me. And now you say you liked seeing me again. K: It's the fucking truth, shit. I had a fucking mess in my head. But no more. No more. What? Join me for a drink? L: No, dude, I'm going home. And don't worry, I won't tell any of your stuff to Amira. But you should do it. K: And so I will. Really. L: Okay. Bye.

CLIP 3

D: This is weird. Right? A: Yeah, a little bit. D: Well, do I speak first or...? A: No, no, no. I go first, yeah. D: Yeah? A: Better. [both laugh] D: Okay. A: Let's see. It's clear that we both like each other. I mean, sorry, that I like you, I like you, and you like me too. D: And I like you. A: And, well, if I were any other girl, then we could start hooking up and see how it all goes, but... I'm not like that. D: Right. A: In islam, it's the contrary. No hooking-up at the beginning and then we see how it goes and then we have sex... No. We start serious from the beginning and the rest comes behind. D: Okay. A: But I'll get it if you tell me no. We'll pretend nothing has happened and we go back to what we were before. D: Eh, eh, eh. I said "okay". You're not telling me anything that I don't know. I know you don't eat pork, you pray five times a day, and that we won't kiss on the first day. But I don't care. A: Okay, but it's not only that. D: Yeah, I figured. But if I didn't think I could handle it, I wouldn't have come. A: I've brought something with me. It's a practice that us muslims... Well, not really, no, but I do it. D: [laughs] Okay. A: And so, when we start a relationship, we make it clear from the beginning what do we expect from said relationship. And I've made a list. D: Like a contract or something like that? A: Well, it's not that huge, but yeah, something like that. D: Uh-huh. A: For example... D: Let's see. A: In relationships between muslims, there can't be physical contact. D: Not always. There can be exceptions. A: Right, yeah. One thing is to greet each other with a fist bump, and other thing is to kiss. D: Yes, I know that we can't do that until time comes by and we make it official. A: Until we get married. D: Ah. A: Some people do it super quickly, because of that, so they can have sex as soon as possible, but... I don't wanna do it like that. If I get married, because that's other thing. Because what I want to do first is... study a career. D: Okay. A: My priority: studies, that's one of the things. D: I think that's great, I mean... A: And... my kids, I want... I want to raise them on the values of islam. D: Your kids? A: Uh-huh. D: Okay. A: And for that, well... their father would have to be a muslim. D: Okay. A: So, if you and I start dating... At some point, you'll have to convert [to islam]. D: Uh-huh. A: And not because of me, not because you love me a lot and... Because it doesn't work like that. Because you want it, because it comes from you. In islam, there's no sacrifices. You do things because you want to. D: Okay, okay, okay, okay. A: You probably don't find me that cute anymore? D: Eh. Eh. I'm not blind. A: So... you already know what's there. I think I've told you everything. D: Hey, what do you say if...? Because the training starts right now. I think we should... well, think about it and give us some time... to reflect on this. A: Yeah, of course. D: So that's that. We're talking? A: We're talking, yeah. D: Eh, bye. A: [sighs]

CLIP 4

(This conversation happens between las labass girls, probably Elena and Noor) X: And so nothing, girl, this woman takes her phone and makes it like she's taking a selfie, but she was taking a photo of me, it was obvious. Y: Really? X: Yeah. Y: I hate when people do that. It's like we come from another planet or something. X: Totally. Y: You should've told her, "What? Do you want me to strike a pose?" I don't know. X: At least she didn't say "Sorry" (intentional usage of the English word). There's not a day in which people won't talk to me in English. What is it, can no one tell that I'm from Madrid? Y: It's obvious, it's obvious. X: How does it look? Y: You're gorgeous. Z: Really good. Y: Wait, you're missing a pin. X: I don't know, I really like it, but... I can't make up my mind. Z?: You don't have to make a choice. Just look at me. Y: Do you know who took [the hijab] off? X?: Who? Y: Sanem. Z?: Really? X: I saw it coming. Y?: Well, girl, come on, it's not that. But now what will happen is that people are gonna start with those comments. "Look how pretty you look now", "You did so good", "You finally broke out of your chains". X?: Totally. Y?: And all that jazz, you know? X?: And so they will look at us kinda like, "It wasn't that hard, Sanem has opened her eyes, now it's your turn." Y?: Right. Dounia?: Well, look, taking off the hijab is as hard as putting it on. X: Yeah, I already know that. I'm not criticising her, really. But the reaction from the people infuriates me, you know? And she will be criticised from every part, even muslims will say: "She didn't do it well." I don't understand why things are so difficult sometimes. Y?: By the way, everything good with Kasim, right? [everyone laughs] X?: Yeah, right? A: Dear God, you really like the gossip. X?: Dude! Y?: The gossip. A: Look, so with Kasim and I, everything's cool. We're friends and that's it. And don't trap me up like that every again. X?: Well, girl, tell that to this annoying one... D: Annoying? X?: Yeah. D: And how is that, friends? Because I've seen him like he wants to be more than a friend. A: What are you saying? No way. D: Well yes, I'm telling you. He came home talking wonders about you. And when he doesn't like someone, it's super obvious. You, come on, he loves you. I swear. Also, you like the same stuff, you have the same sense of humor. You're meant to be. Right? X?: Then maybe you found a diamond, girl. A?: A diamond how, girl? X?: Well, guys our age are horrible. And so that you can find someone who's nice and is super hot, it's like finding a diamond. D: He's super hot, he's super cute, nice, and that's what we see from the outside, but it's not only that, you know? For example, when my father passed away, he was there to take the coffin, he was there to help me and my mom to get out of that situation. I don't know what we could've done without him. He's a good guy. And when he has to be serious about something, he is. Y?: Hey, if you don't like him, it's for me. D?: Well... uh! Y?: I offer myself as a volunteer for you to trap me with him. X?: No, no, gorgeous. Kasim is for Amira, okay? We'll find someone else for you. D?: Mustafá.

CLIP 5

(This clip is a conversation between the girl squad. I can't know when a full line ends so i'll be putting the whole thing together.) That out of every person in senior year they chose you to give the speech, that's super important. No, no. But I saw it coming. It's obvious they were giving it to you, giving speeches is kinda your thing. Right, it's true. Well, I was between you and Nora. Ay, but I'm so happy. They make me talk and I won't get passed the nerves. Shut up, it's the same for me. I have to prepare really well so I don't show up and stay like this. And I don't want it either. Ay, that's so cool. Fuck, but it makes you excited, no? Pfft. Well, of course, it's the graduation. Ay! Naturally. I'm dying.

[Amira gets text message]

X: And so what are you doing then? Are you meeting up with Lucas? E: Well, I don't know, I have no clue. Because I text him and, he doesn't show up, or doesn't reply, or replies eight hours later. X?: Damn, girl, that's bad. Y: Eh! Girl, that's cool, no?

(here I don't know where a line of dialogue ends again) And what's this? It's the first year they put it up. Yeah, right, yes, it's the first year. Ay. So cool, fuck. I'm gonna get a little like Viri, but deep down, all of this makes me really excited. Naturally. Actually, this is all thanks to you. It is. I already see you in the Congress. President. Eh! I'd vote for you, eh? Uh-huh. Fuck, that's cool. Girls, I'm super late and I have to present something in class. I'm leaving now. Wait, wait! I love you. Bye. No way, dude, no way.

X: No, I won't go to class. Y: No way. Z: Alright. ?: And what's that, dude? ?: I don't know, dude, they want to look cool now or something(?). ?: But what is this doing here, dude? Now they only have to put up a stall of couscous, because other thing... ?: No way, go put those banners on their fucking country. ?: Totally, dude. (and some more filling dialogue idk how to translate ha)

CLIP 6

(This clip is probably in the association, and las labass and Kasim are there) X: You see, it's just... do you do remember the other day? Well still, you're a bigmouth, you're a bigmouth. Y: So embarrassing. X: What a bigmouth. [Speaking in arabic] ?: Have you bought pasta to your mother? ?: I bought her briouats, she loves them. Well, I love them too. ?: You love them. ?: Well, be both love them, let's leave it at that. ?: Right. A?: What are you looking at? K?: I was thinking that well, you can't show briouat. A: Right. The first and second weeks of Ramadan are good, but the third one, if you talk to me, I may be so rude it'll blow your mind. K: So you mean that you're planning that we meet each other on the third week. What's wrong? A: Come here. Hey, Kasim... the other day I had a really good time with you. I mean, it's been long since I... since I connected with someone like that and found someone so alike myself. K: That's fucking great. A: And so, Dounia tells me you also have a great time with me, and that's great because that's great. But I don't know if it's something she thinks or you really... K: What about me? A: I don't want you to think about stuff that's not there. And I wanna make it very clear now with Ramadan and all that. K: But what about me? A: I like another guy. A guy who's not muslim. What? K: Well... I also like another guy. And he's not muslim. A: A guy? K: A guy. A: And Dounia? K: She doesn't know. My family doesn't know either. A: So that means you're fooling them. K: Well, fooling them... I don't tell them everything. Look, Amira, I believe in Allah, okay? I believe in him. But I'm 19 years old. And Allah has to understand that. A: What does he have to understand? K: That if I'm 19 I get to party and get drunk and hook-up with whoever I want to. A: Get drunk? You said you didn't drink. K: I didn't say I don't drink, you assumed it. Look... You like another guy, right? A white guy. And my sister made us meet because you're single. A: Look, I don't know where you're going with that, but don't get me in a mess. K: You and I are in the same spot. You like someone else and I want to stay in my lane. Why don't we use each other? Girl, think about it. A: What do you mean use each other? K: Girl, use each other like... we use each other, fuck. It would be great for both of us, it's a perfect plan. In front of the world we pretend that we're together. You do whatever you want and I do whatever I want. You win and I win. A: You're kidding, right? K: Why would I be kidding! Think about it. A: No. I mean... How? No, no. You're crazy. K: It's a really great plan. A: No, Kasim, no. K: "No" is not thinking about it. Think about it. A: Kasim, I won't. It won't be necessary to use each other. I know that nothing will happen with that other guy, because I know it. Besides, I don't lie. I'm not like that. K: If you're good like that, then fucking great. Amira. I have to go.

LUCAS EXTRA CLIP #2

K: Lucas! Dude, Lucas! Lucas, dude. L: What do you want? K: Let's drink another one. L: Dude, but what the fuck are you doing? Why do you show up unannounced? K: You told me where you were. L: Fuck, but I didn't want... You're stalking me now or what? K: No, I'm not stalking you. I came here to tell you I told Amira the truth. L: Then good. You could've texted me that. K: Why are you acting like this? L: What do you mean why do I act like this? First, we hook-up and everything's fucking great; then, you suddenly disappear and now, you follow me like a dog. What are you doing next, go back at being an asshole? And then you'll follow me again? Fuck off. K: Do you know why I didn't call you? Because I was scared, dude. I was scared. Really scared. For me, this is super shitty. I can't upload a video to Youtube and have everyone understand me. For me, this is super complicated. Your friends are okay with this, but my environment isn't like yours. I used to go out to party and I hooked up with a guy per night. The next day, I swore to myself I wasn't gay and I wouldn't do it again. And then, I met you. And I hooked-up [with you] once, and twice, and thrice... And I wanna do it a thousand times. Just imagine my mother, what would she say about all this? Eh, Lucas? My dad passed away and I'm the only guy left. This situation is fucking shit. And my sister? How do I tell her I'm gay? Lucas, you don't understand me. L: Of course I understand you. It's not easy for me either. K: Do you know what my mother would think of all this? You don't know how much it angers me that I can't be brave and tell her I love you.

CLIP 7

D: Hi. A: Hi. D: Fuck, this looks the same like when we were five. A: Right. Do you remember that I fought you so I could be a little longer on the swing and then you pushed me? D: Of course, girl. And do you remember that one day I was pushing you really hard [on the swing] and you came back flying and got me on the face? Pum! No? A: No. D: The guy from the club came here and they took me to the ER. A: Really? D: Amy, the scar. A: Heck. D: Heck. A: Well, I kinda remember it now, it could be. It could be. D: It could be? Fuck. A: I don't know. Sorry? D: [laughs] Okay. I forgive you. Well, let's go to the point, alright? A: Yeah. D: Do you know that my parents go to church every Sunday? A: Yes. I mean, Cris has told me something like that. D: Yes. A: Yes. D: I loved going there with them. I did the catechesis, so I could do the communion. And the confirmation. A: Really? D: I went with my friends, I didn't take it seriously, but... there was something about the message that... that I liked. Until I realized that it's a lot of bullshit. A: Why? D: Well because, because there's a lot of "love your neighbor", a lot of "respect one another", but... My parents, for example, they're not tolerant. Cris doesn't even dare to tell them about Joana. A: My father says that religions, well, that islam as it is it's perfect, but it's muslim people who aren't. D: That's not true. You are perfect. A: No way. D: Yes. I remember the first time I saw you with the hijab. A: And you probably thought, "What is this crazy girl doing?" D: Well yeah, in the beginning. But then, I've been noticing, and you're, like... different. A: Well, obviously. D: I'm not talking about the hair. Look, I... I've always thought you're really... beautiful... very nice... but... you looked like every other fifteen year old girl, like my sister. But now, I see you and you're... different. But... it's a good different. I see you're more calm, more serene, more you. And then I see you and the things you do, the things you say and I think, "This is what a good Christian should be". Or a good muslim. Or whatever, because I don't care about religion. I'm not a dumbass, okay? I know it's complicated. Complicated as fuck. And that's why I made a list of the things I'll need, if we are going to date. A: Of course, yeah, it makes sense. D: And... and here it is. A: [sighs] Pfft. But, you know what you're getting into? D: Well... probably not. But... I don't care. A: I didn't scare you enough the other day or...? D: A lot. You did a good job, you did... really great, but... here I am. Right now, I would kiss you. A: And I would kiss you too.

#skam españa #skam españa spoilers #again bc it got kicked out of the tag

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hlvraik · 3 years

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I'm kind od wondering what kind of people Science Team's PARENTS were/are? I mean, Tommy obviously has G-man, kid!Gordon mentions that his older self looks like his dad and I won't believe that at least one of the kiddos didn't pulled out "well my dad/mom\parents always let me do *insert dangerous activity here*!" card.

PFFT- EVERY SINGLE ONE OF THE KIDDOS, EXCEPT GORDON HAS PULLED THE 'MY PARENTS LET ME DO THIS' CARD. GORDON IS LIKE THE EXACT OPPOSITE HE WOULD PULL THE 'MY PARENTS NEVER ALLOW ME TO THIS' CARD. (´ ∀ ` )

Also here's a couple of headcanons of the Science Team's parents/how they used to act. [I didn't add Benrey since I couldn't think of anything sadly as I HC that they simply popped into existance one day ( ˙▿˙ )];

Gordon; Gordon's dad was an engineer while his mom was a science teacher at a local high school. Both were very supportive of Gordon in every way, but they were also a tad bit overprotective as he's a bit clumsy. They would fuel his love for science by either taking him to museums here and there, or actually taking him to Black Mesa. Whenever there was nobody to watch over him, his mom would insist on taking him to work with her. With that, he would either hide underneath her desk or he would be in the very back of the classroom, usually doodling. [They also ended up getting him a pet frog of his own as they got genuinely tired of Gordon sneaking in dozens of tiny frogs into the house time after time.]

Tommy; G-Man genuinely cares for Tommy and wants the best for them and wants to be there for them, but they're just so extremely busy that they're absent for some parts of Tommy's life. [That ties in with one of the reasons why Tommy cherishes Sunkist so much as while creating her with G-man, it was one of the few bonding moments Tommy ever had with them.] G-Man would try to make up for their lost time to Tommy by any means possible; this is why Tommy's able to wander anywhere within Black Mesa, or do anything they please whenever they were younger without any repercussions. Not to mention that if anything bad happens to Tommy, G-man would stop at nothing to find out who did it and would without a doubt make sure they pay. [Also G-man most definitely carries pictures of Tommy with them at all times and would show them to anybody and would brag endlessly about them 🥺🥺]

Bubby; Bubby honestly never really did have parents. The closest thing they ever had to guardians would have to be the countless researchers/scientists that watched over them and they absolutely hated them. One of the main reasons why was due to the fact that they treated them like an experiment instead of an actual human being. With that, Bubby became more rambunctious than ever and made it their sole priority to make their lifes a living hell. Whether it be from breaking lab equipment, setting important documents on fire, them having to manually seize Bubby from the vents, or just spreading gossip by other coworkers, they enjoyed every single moment of it. [However, there are moments when they feel a tad bit sad and aggrieved whenever they see a family or whenever a family is brought up as they realize how alone they truly are.]

Coomer; Parents were quite similar to Gordon, as they both supported Coomer's dreams/interests in both wrestling and the sciences. However, that isn't to say that there weren't times where Coomer drove his parents up the walls. Mainly whenever he came into close contact with toxic waste dozens of times, even scooping it up with his bare hands to show his parents, despite knowing that he's deathly allergic to it. Or whenever he used to take roughhousing too far, and would end up coming home with plenty of bandages on his arms and legs. [There was also this one time he climbed a really tall tree and then just simply jumped off of it once he reached the top. And although he landed on his face, surprisingly, he didn't have any scratches or scrapes on him, however he did end up losing a tooth-]

#hlvrai #kid!au #hlvrai au #hlvraik

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Closeted Gays (Minsung)

- (A SKZ Minsung Fanfic based from my poll on twt (@hquokkah)!! DISCLAIMER: This is not meant to be taken seriously in any way. I wrote this just for fun.)

A fanfic scenario where two boys, Han Jisung and Lee Minho get accidently stuck in a decently sized closet because of clean up duty.

“Why is this so fucking...big?!”

“What else would you expect?”

Jisung barely kept his balance as he carried his end of a large box with Minho. “Of course we had to get put on cleaning duty…” He grumbled. This was certainly the perfect activity to be doing with your crush.

“We are part of the Student Council. Of course it’s our duty to clean after the party, lazy ass.” Chan scolded, opening the storage closet for them. “Felix, you can put the table cloths in that box over there.”

“Got it.” Felix chirped, putting the items into place.

“CHAN!” A voice called out from the hallway.

Chan jumped, startled at the sudden yell of his name.

“Is everything all right Hyunjin?”

“EVERYTHING ALL RIGHT MY ASS?! CHANGBIN ACCIDENTALLY LIT THE DECORATIONS ON FIRE WITH A LIGHTER AND POTATO CHIPS.”

“HE WHAT?! THAT SHIT COST ALMOST $500-”

“Why is that such a Changbin thing to do?” Minho muttered, moving further in with Jisung to find a spot for the box.

Hyunjin blinked at him. “So you're telling me you’re not the least bit concerned?”

“Pfft! If I was super concerned I’d look like Chan right now.” He laughed, glancing at the older man running a hand through his hair and hitting his head against the wall.

“Um,” Felix started, “Do you guys think we should help him? What if he burns the school dow-”

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!

“CHANGBIN WHY’D YOU SPILL THE CHIPS ON THE FLOOR WHAT THE FU-” Seungmin distantly shouted.

“-NOT THE FIRE ALARM?!” Jeongin interrupted.

“CHANGBIN…” Chan warned, running down the corridor with Hyunjin and Felix.

“Oh my god, my back is being a bitch.” Jisung groaned, setting the box down.

“You're old.”

“BUT YOU’RE OLDER THAN ME??”

Slam. Click!

“What the fuck was that-” Jisung muttered, turning around.

The red storage closet door faced him, if doors could talk this one would be laughing it’s ass off.

“No. NO!” The boy shouted, running towards it and slamming his hands against the door. “LET US OUT! LET US FREE! OR ELSE I’LL RATE THIS PLACE 0 STARS! FUCK YOUUU!!”

“Um, maybe try pulling down on the handle?” Minho sighed, moving over to him. “It’s literally the first thing you should’ve don-”

He frowned, staring down at the metal handle as he repeatedly pulled down on it.

Chik. Chik. Chik.

“Well, fuck.”

It was Minho’s turn to bang on the door. “I DIDN’T PAY FOR THIS HELLHOLE TO GET STUCK IN THE FUCKING CLOSET HELLO? LET ME OUT OR I’LL BEAT YOUR FLAT ASS!”

“WOW. So it’s let ‘me’ out and not ‘us’ for you? Psh. Okay then.” Jisung pouted.

“It’s called priorities!!”

Jisung had his head in his hands at this point. He was stuck in a decently sized storage closet. With his friend Lee Minho. Well, more like a love interest.

What is this? A K-Drama? Jisung inwardly groaned, feeling butterflies already.

“Whatever! We’re stuck. What are we supposed to do now?!” Jisung sighed. “I have zero signal.”

“Find a way out.”

“And how, genius?”

“Well, first- Check if that window is open.” Minho said, gesturing to the rectangular window at the top of the wall.

“It’s too high up.”

“Let me get on your shoulders.”

“Bitch?? Do you think I’m letting you rub your dirty sneakers on my cute new sweater?”

“In this case when we’re stuck in a medium to small sized storage closet? Yes?”

“Nope. Cause like you said! It’s called priorities!!” Jisung grinned, mimicking his tone.

“Finee. Then hurry up and get on me.” The other boy grumbled.

“Happily.” Jisung smiled, climbing on and suddenly raised into the air. He felt Minho’s hands on his thighs steadying him as they moved towards the window. Jisung couldn’t help but notice the boy’s brown hair, looking so soft and fluffy as if it was literally the softest thing in the world.

Why the hell does this look so unbearably fluffy? Jisung thought. Oh my god Jisung, focus on escaping not your crush’s hair. Touch it. DON'T TOUCH IT. Touch it, coward. NO!

“What’re you doing?” Minho asked quizzically from below.

“TOUCH IT.”

“Ji?”

Jisung’s could feel his cheeks coated with heat in embarrassment.

“I spaced out, sorry…” He muttered apologetically, thanking god that Minho couldn’t see him right now.

“Well then pay attention.” Minho smirked.

“Pay attention to deez nuts-”

“Shut the fuck up or I will drop you.” Minho said, spinning around to “scare” him.

“Okay Okay! I’ll stop with the jokes!” Jisung giggled, holding on to Minho tightly to keep from falling.

Minho giggled in unison at the other’s contagious laughter. “Liar. But I’ll let this pass just because it’s you.” His eyes widened as he said this, shutting his mouth.

“...Because we’re close and all.” He quickly added, fighting off a blush. “ If you were Hyunjin I’d probably um, drop kick you.”

“Good to know.” Jisung smiled, reaching towards the window.

It was old and beginning to rust, two latches on the right side to pull on if anyone wanted to open it up, which from the looks of it, seems like it hasn’t been opened in years.

“Should I try pulling on these latches?” He asked.

“Don’t do anything, obviously.” Minho replied in a sarcastic tone.

Jisung grabbed the first latch, and pulled with all his strength he could possibly summon. After he began to feel like giving up, it swung open with a loud Clank!

“One...down..” He panted, rubbing his reddening hands. “I don't even know if I can manage to pull the second one. But I’ll try.”

“Be careful.” The other boy cautioned.

The second handle, as Jisung would describe it, could be called nothing other than a:

Bitch.

It did not budge even the slightest bit, no matter how much Jisung yanked, tugged, cursed, it didn’t move.

“I'M GIVING YOU ONE LAST CHANCE. OPEN UP OR I’LL EAT YOU ALIVE.”

“Jisung, it’s a fucking latch-”

“NO ONE ASKED, PRETTY BOY.” Jisung retorted, not giving a fuck about anything currently due to a slab of “good for nothing metal” as he thought it to be. (It’s for security reasons)

Rubbing his hands against his sweater, he held the metal in his hand and pulled with, if possible, more strength than he could muster.

But. It. Wouldn’t. Fucking. Budge.

With one last tug of effort, Jisung felt his hand slip and felt his body be sent backwards off balance.

“ACK-” Minho sputtered as he felt himself falling backwards.

Thump!

“Oomph!”

Jisung opened his eyes and looked around. He seemed to have landed in a big box of party streamers. Trying to sit up, he felt a weight on the lower half of his body. “What the fuck…” He muttered, as the weight shifted and began to move.

Suddenly the brown hair he stared at earlier popped up in front of his face. “Jisung? Are you alright?” The voice sounded, twirling his head to survey the room.

“Right behind you.” Jisung laughed.

Minho spun around and his handsome face twisted into an expression of relief. “Thank god. I thought I might’ve accidentally squished you.”

Jisung felt himself blush as he stared back at him. Something about Minho being worried about him just made him feel touched. Usually Minho would have teased anyone to the point of no return. That was just Minho’s way of showing he cared.

But he's openly worried about me. Why? Maybe he likes me too? No- No- don’t assume things Jisung!! Shut up brain.

“Could you get off me? I’d like to get out of this box before I turn 50.”

“You already look 50.”

“I will beat you up-”

Minho grinned and tried to get on his feet, but he felt himself tugged back. “Ji, if you wanted me to get off you, why are you pulling me back?”

“Me pulling you? Min, you’re literally pulling my hand right now, do you really like me that much?”

Minho spun to face Jisung. “Who told you? Was it Hyunjin? Chan? Seungmin?!”

“I was joking…”

“YES. I knew that, I was joking too…” Minho giggled nervously, flustered at his stupid mistake.

He looked downward to see his wrist was tangled with Jisung’s by several party streamers.

So this explains why we’re stuck.

Why we’re stuck.

We’re stuck. Together.

“Jisung, how’d you feel about being handcuffed together for an entire day?”

“HANDCUFFED WHAT NOW?!”

Minho held up their wrists.

“That depends. Do you have a handcuff kink or something?”

“DO I WHAT?!”

“ANYWAYS. Just get up and I’ll try to at the same time.”

Minho nodded, beginning to rise.

Jisung struggled to get to his feet, having been the most tangled by the streamers out of them both.

“Here. Let me help.” Minho said, grabbing Jisung’s hand.

“Wait no, my foot’s stuck- I SAID WAI-”

Jisung stumbled forwards at the sudden force pulling him up, he tried to step out of the box but the streamer made him fall forward instead. In an attempt to catch himself he wrapped an arm around Minho and landed his face in the other’s chest.

Minho stumbled a few steps backwards yet managed to grab on to Jisung’s waist and steadied them both.

Both of them stood in silence for about a minute, before Jisung’s face resurfaced from Minho’s chest and stared up to meet his face instead.

“BITCH, I SAID WAIT!”

“Pfft.”

Minho’s familiar laugh echoed around the storage closet.

“Sorry Ji. You looked so cute.”

This just made Jisung’s face even more redder. “Well, how would you feel if you face planted into your crush’s titties?” He spoke, not even stopping himself.

Minho blinked at him, and smiled.

“Well, I didn’t faceplant into your man titties, so how would I know what that feels like?”

“You have a crush on me…?”

“Yeah. And you have a crush on me, don’t you?”

Jisung felt a million butterflies flying in his stomach now. It was like they were having a party.

“I didn’t...I didn’t expect this to be how I confess to you-” Jisung smiled.

“Me either.” Minho grinned, his giggles coming back.

“Han Jisung, I don’t think I love you, I know I do.”

“And I know I love you too.” Jisung reached with his free hand and ran it through Minho’s fluffy brown hair.

Finally!

“In fact,” Jisung started, leaning his face closer to Minho as the other boy grabbed the hand that toyed his hair. “All I ever wanna be is somebody to you.”

Minho closed his eyes, and Jisung followed.

Their lips were a centimeter apart, and just as they were about to seal the space between them-

“You two are what would be literal closted gays.” Hyunjin said, standing in the doorway.

The duo swung their heads to face the unexpected guest, wordless and red flushing their faces.

“You always talked about confessing to Jisung, but I didn’t think you’d do it in a closet.” Seungmin muttered, peeking in.

“HOW DID YOU- HOLD IT.” Jisung yelled, practically pulling Minho towards the group standing in the doorway. “YOU GUYS LOCKED US IN HERE. FOR HOURS.”

“By accident. Because someone here named Seo Changbin was about to burn this building to the ground.” Felix smiled, ignoring the boy’s glare.

“It was only for 30 minutes. Apparently that was enough to get you two to have a make out session.” Chan laughed.

“30 MINUTES?”

“We were NOT about to have a make-out session!” Jisung and Minho shouted at the same time.

“Why don’t you two homos come out of the closet already.” Jeongin giggled, opening the door wide enough for them to walk through.

“You guys are so mean.” Jisung pouted, walking out.

“Let’s go get our wrists unstuck.” Minho said, glaring at the others and pulling Jisung with him.

“Minho?”

“Yeah?”

“Honestly, I don’t mind being stuck like this.”

“I don’t think I care about being stuck much either. As long as I’m stuck with

you.”

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